I saw past the glamour of your words.
I hadn’t known you the longest but I knew when there was more behind what you let on. Did you really expect that little of me? To believe that you never really cared? I would never have let my walls come down if you where just another illusion. A deception.
This is not inception. You cannot plant an idea in my head and expect me to not know the difference. You may be a brilliant actor to the rest of the world, fooling them with your little charade that you’re okay. That you’re happier now and that you don’t miss me at all. That it was okay to just leave and break every promise I ever believed in.
But we both know that’s not the truth. And this is not okay. I know deep down inside you’re not the bad guy of a villain, you portrayed yourself to be. Take off your mask before you forget who you are underneath.
Because I know, that there’s still so much good in you, and that you’re hurting. Despite all that you’ve done, I know you’re not heartless. But you need to wake up and realise I’m not a projection of your mind either. I feel things too, and that just because I never shot you to wake up, it doesn’t mean all you’ve done was just a dream.
I am not a projection of something you lost. I am as alive as you are. With a beating heart that feels as incomplete as you pretend not to be. I am still as a part of you, as you are me.
-a letter inspired by two of my favourite movies, inception and star wars ~