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But here is my secret: I am a liar too. Or I was, for much of my life. I remember the moment when I realized that I had a hand in what type of reality another would live by. That I could carve out my own secret nook beneath others’ expectations and exist in that delicious, sovereign space.
Those who love you tell you that they’ll be by your side no matter what, that you will never have to face anything alone, that they’ll take a bullet for you but then you find yourself standing alone, at gunpoint, wondering where everyone went.
You don’t know what you want, and you claim it’s due to this dire need to make everyone else happy. To make sure everyone else is okay and content. But it’s not that at all, because in the middle of the night when she sleeps next to you and you’re texting me…you’re only thinking of yourself.