And he's found me...you'd think that after nearly four years of ignoring any contact would mean something. And you know, I wouldn't have wanted to escape him years ago if I thought he was the same person I trusted back then.
So much of who he idealized himself to be ended up being a lie. I used to think he was godly but now I think he was a poseur all that time using words as the ultimate cloak. Above all, he failed the only real sacred measure of connection...trust.
He used our bonds to exploit his own selfish needs that had NOTHING to do with me. He ripped us apart that day and I am almost sure I could never learn to trust him again. I hope he does not lurk for long. I might have to re-branch again because knowing he reads the things I write already stings me.
…You killed us! You broke something I valued and for what? Without the sacred, without the trust, there is no connection. Don't you understand that?
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