He likes her, that girl I pretended to be.
He wants her, that girl I cannot be again.
He can’t see me as a man because of her.
He tells me that I should become her for him.
He thinks that this is just a passing fancy.
He doesn’t understand that being her is death.
If he truly cares for me, he would want ME.
If he really likes me, I would be enough.
But he can’t seem to grasp that she isn’t real.
It’d be easier if I didn’t like him.
It’d be better if I didn’t want him too
What am I to do? How do I handle this?