Oftentimes one likes the idea of the person and the relationship more than the real person.
But there are scarce times, when one dislikes the idea but cannot help but like the person.
Which time is this, I wonder?
For years, I tried to escape her. I did everything… I hated the idea, yet it tormented me like a re-occurring nightmare, keeping me up at night.
I’ve finally come to accept that I need her, and all this time I’ve been running from my own soul.
But that’s not needing her, that’s just needing an essential element of yourself. Yes, she’s become a figment of your imagination and a part of you but she’s no longer she, she’s what you think you want her (or even don’t want her) to be.
