The Narcissist Wants You Back… But Here’s Why They Can’t
And while they parade around on their little stage, curating moments for an audience that doesn’t know better, their soul is screaming—the shame, the regret—it’s there, hiding behind the selfies, haunting the quiet moments. Because they know they didn’t just walk away from a person; they walked away from something divine. You weren’t just another chapter; you were the plot twist they never deserved, the blueprint they can’t replicate.
While they chase copies and counterfeits, they dream of the real thing. But dreams won’t hold them at night; lies don’t keep you warm. And now all they have is a carousel of what-ifs playing in the back of their mind like a scratched record. And here’s the part that cuts the deepest: they still think about you—not in the open; oh no, that would be too honest—but in the shadows, in the silence, in the moments when the world isn’t watching. They remember the soul they tried to bury, but memories don’t lie, even when the narcissist does.
They told stories about you, painted you as the villain in a saga only they could narrate. But even the best fables fall apart when truth knocks. And now they’re stuck there because to come back would mean confessing. It would mean crumbling the castle they built out of half-truths and hollow praise. It would mean facing the very fire they set. Narcissists don’t do ashes, so they stay trapped, holding hands with a placeholder, smiling for crowds. But deep inside, they’re haunted because they know they touched something eternal and threw it away.
And that’s why they can’t return—not because you shut the door, but because the heavens barred it. Grace doesn’t stay where it’s spit on. You were the mercy they begged for and mocked in the same breath. And mercy walks away when it’s dishonored. You didn’t lose the narcissist; they lost you. And that is something eternity will never let them forget.
Let’s stop sugar-coating what needs to be spoken plainly. Let’s tell it like it is: clean, raw, straight to the marrow. Don’t go searching for truth in the mouth of a narcissist; that path is paved with smoke and mirrors. You step back into that fire hoping for warmth, but you’ll find the same flames that nearly burned you to ash.
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