Dear Narcissist,

Dear Narcissist,

Whether you brought us into this world, or we met you later on in life, one thing remains the same - we loved you. We loved you from the moment we met you. Your charm drew us in, and your unfathomable commonalities with us seemed to connect all the dots and kept us wanting more.

You liked all the same things we did - and we didn’t take that lightly. Our likes were our passions. They were the things that kept us up at night, and got us excited to get out of bed the next morning. They were the beat of our heart. The stirring in our soul. How could two people have so much in common? It had to be serendipity.

The things that made us angry, made you angry too. You said that you were our ride or die. The one that would go into battle with us against the monster. Sometimes, we couldn’t see the monster, but you assured us that they were there and you would be the one to defend us.

Your intense love was unlike anything we had ever experienced. You loved us so much that you wanted us all to yourself. No one else needed to show us attention for any reason, because you were all we needed. You showered us with gifts, attention, and affection, and for a while it made us feel like we were on top of the world. You always reminded us of your kind gestures when things got bad.

We still loved you the first time we didn’t quite agree with that thing you said. We were just sharing our opinion. We didn’t realize that it would upset you so much. We thought a difference in opinion was healthy.

We still loved you when you became so enraged with us. It scared us, but you assured us that you were just so angry because you loved us so damn much.

We still loved you when you threw things, or punched the wall or other people - you let us know that it was just because you wanted everything to be perfect between us. We appreciated that you strived for perfection in our relationship. It made us feel special.

We felt so special when you still decided to love us despite us being crazy and saying that thing we thought you said, but you never really did. Your forgiveness meant everything to us, and we promised to try to get it right next time.

We loved you and were so worried when you disappeared. We loved you even more when you showed back up again - because you had to be telling us the truth as to why you were absent.

We loved your new ideas. They may have been risky or didn’t make sense to us, but we had all the faith in you that you would never put us or our family in jeopardy.

We clung to the good times when things got bad, because the good times were really, really good - you were the first to remind us about the good times too - like you clung to them just like we did.

We loved you even on the day we had to cut ties from you. We yearned for the good times to outweigh the bad. For things to get better. For the apologies to stick. For the promises to actually be kept.

You see, our love for you was never something that could be questioned. We meant every single word and kind gesture. We really did forgive you when you apologized. We believed in you. We believed in our love for you.

What we didn’t realize is that no matter how much we loved you, you never loved us at all.