But here is the trap I have built for myself: logic only works on people who are ready to be logical.
You are not trying to solve anything; you trying to feel better about yourself without doing the actual work. Me? I am the mirror that will not lie, and that pisses you off.
I have stopped needing you to understand me. I can just say, โI know what happened, even if you never will.โ
Sure, I will wish things were different because the performance you have given me plays on a loop in my dreams.
โI know what happened, even if you never will.โ
It is me naming my truth, without the illusion, without the romance, without the desperate hope that maybe, somehow, it was not as bad as it felt.
It is also a refusal. A refusal to be gaslit, to be manipulated into rewriting the past just so someone else can sleep easier.
