The Narcissist Wants You Back… But Here’s Why They Can’t
Don’t lean in hoping for honesty because the narcissist lies like they breathe—smooth, effortless, with eyes that don’t blink and a heart that doesn’t age. They don’t answer to give you peace; they speak to keep you spinning, to make you wonder, to bait the hook just long enough to pull you back into the fog.
But listen to me: this message isn’t for them; it never was. This is for you—the soul that gave like love was endless, the heart that forgave when it should have guarded, the spirit that kept showing up with open hands, offering bread to someone who only came to steal. You didn’t keep score; you didn’t ask for applause. You gave again and again until your goodness was mistaken for weakness. And now, now that your voice is quiet, now that your light no longer shines in their direction, the narcissist feels it. Oh, they feel it more than they’ll ever say.
They can hold someone else’s hand, but the echo of your name haunts the silence between them. They sit in the stillness and wonder: what if? What if the bridge hadn’t been burned down to embers? What if the ending could be rewritten, snuck back in like a deleted scene in a movie that already rolled the credits? But that film is over; the theater is closed, and no, there’s no encore.
Some of them are playing the long game. You disappear just long enough for your heart to forget how deep the wound was. They think time erases discernment and that your soul might itch for the familiar pain and call it longing. But what terrifies them, what truly shakes them, is knowing that your silence isn’t weakness; it’s closure. And they won’t survive the sound of your final “no.” Their ego, so brittle, would crumble like paper in the rain.
So they send shadows, cryptic messages, quiet digital taps, fishing for a reaction. They toss a “how are you?” into the wind and wait like hunters in the dark. And when nothing comes back, they spiral because deep down, behind all the noise, they know the story’s done—really done—and the light they once bathed in has gone out for good.
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