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A Narcissists Love Letter
May 25, 2013 By JOHN HOWELL
When I say Im in love with you, I mean I love the way I feel when Im with you. I love myself through you. I love seeing myself through your eyes. I love seeing myself through my eyes imagining how I look through your eyes. I love having someone new to tell my stories to, to express my opinions, and to share my profound theories and beliefs about the important things in life. I love hearing myself say these things as I imagine how they sound to you, and how enthralled with me I imagine you are.
When I say Im in love with you, I love having someone beautiful to wear, like a new outfit. I love the way you feel on me. I love the way I feel about me when you are with me.
When I say Im in love with you, I love not being alone. I love not being that tree falling in the forest. I love having a full-time, personal audience.
When I say Im in love with you I mean I love being your mystery, your riddle, being what keeps you up at night, your obsession. I love being your altar, your sacrament, your icon, your miracle. I love being your answer. I love being the object of your sacrifice. I love being your pain.
When I say Im in love with you, I mean Im in love with being your sun, monopolizing your orbit, being your gravity, keeping you drawn back to me no matter how hard you try to jump or fly, keeping you down. Keeping you mine.
When I say Im in love with you, I mean Im in love with breathing your air, sucking your blood, eating your dreams. Im in love with being your drug, your dagger, your suicide note.
When I say Im in love with you, I mean I love the story I can tell to my next lover, about my ex-lover, about how beautiful things were, how intense, how storybook, what a couple we were, and how you gradually, inexplicably, painfully, bit by bit, disappeared.
May 25, 2013 By JOHN HOWELL
When I say Im in love with you, I mean I love the way I feel when Im with you. I love myself through you. I love seeing myself through your eyes. I love seeing myself through my eyes imagining how I look through your eyes. I love having someone new to tell my stories to, to express my opinions, and to share my profound theories and beliefs about the important things in life. I love hearing myself say these things as I imagine how they sound to you, and how enthralled with me I imagine you are.
When I say Im in love with you, I love having someone beautiful to wear, like a new outfit. I love the way you feel on me. I love the way I feel about me when you are with me.
When I say Im in love with you, I love not being alone. I love not being that tree falling in the forest. I love having a full-time, personal audience.
When I say Im in love with you I mean I love being your mystery, your riddle, being what keeps you up at night, your obsession. I love being your altar, your sacrament, your icon, your miracle. I love being your answer. I love being the object of your sacrifice. I love being your pain.
When I say Im in love with you, I mean Im in love with being your sun, monopolizing your orbit, being your gravity, keeping you drawn back to me no matter how hard you try to jump or fly, keeping you down. Keeping you mine.
When I say Im in love with you, I mean Im in love with breathing your air, sucking your blood, eating your dreams. Im in love with being your drug, your dagger, your suicide note.
When I say Im in love with you, I mean I love the story I can tell to my next lover, about my ex-lover, about how beautiful things were, how intense, how storybook, what a couple we were, and how you gradually, inexplicably, painfully, bit by bit, disappeared.
Going to hang on to this as a reminder when I'm questioning. Thanks for posting it!
Lovin the new avatar btw, Joanie!! xxx
My ex would say
"No one gets me like you do, no one sees me like you do, I've never been able to be myself with anyone like I am with you!"
Then in the latter stages he'd say "I think you think I'm someone I'm not!"
Totally weird when I think back!
Also, it seemed, he had psychopathic behaviors sometimes. Some things he did and then justified, with a sense of entitlement that was out of this world. He would deny his behavior and scold me if I questioned his values or morals because of his behavior.
I remember him saying may times he was proud to have me on his arm....I didn't think of it like that back then....but he did talk about his ex girlfriend just like that...like she was beautiful and everyone loved her, and it was perfect until it was destroyed and she broke....hmmmmmmm...big hmmmmm
He does the same thing with me. He tells everyone how great and wonderful I am, and that he is so broken hearted. But it's bull crap, and all his tears were crocidile tears.
That poem really resonates with me. I can think of a thousand things he did to say all of those things.
I will share it with my daughter to read as well. Her last boyfriend was/is very narcissistic.
I had some really rough talks with him about the way he treated my Jenny. I told him that he had a very selfish love for her. With me, he nodded his head and agreed with everything. He knew he couldn't pull one over on me.
But when he was alone with Jenny, he informed her that there is no such thing as selfish love. Love is just love and anything you do, in the name of love, was a good thing.