Click "Follow" in the top right corner to take you to more exciting content!Autumn and Winter Check-in Challenge The man who pretends to love you is actually an actor in a mask, a show about love, but he is never really engaged. He seems to be that dense fog, you can't touch his heart, you can't see his face clearly.
No matter how much effort you put in, it's like groping your way forward in a foggy night, and you can't see the way forward, only the confusion in your heart. He always makes you feel like the perfection he expects never really exists, no matter how hard you try. Perhaps, he just needs a foil, a prop to make his life better.
He is rarely on your side when it matters most. It's as if you're in the dark of night, but he's standing on the side of the light, looking into the distance. He chooses to ignore your cries as if your presence is just a supporting role in his show, not a subject worthy of attention.
Whenever you make a mistake, he always treats you with an accusatory tone. But I never reflected that maybe it wasn't just you who was wrong. He seems to think that all the responsibility should be borne by you alone. It's just a self-absorbed one-man show he performs, and you, just passively become the backdrop of his play.
Stop being obsessed. It's not real love, it's a drama of your own making. Perhaps, when you stay away from this hazy love, you can see the real bright light, the person who will stay for you at the critical moment and grow with you, instead of blaming you when you make mistakes.
Walking in a hurry, as if lost in the fog, I struggled to find a clear sky that belonged to us. But he, the man who pretended to love me, always stood at a distance, watching coldly, as if expecting me to be lost forever in this vast expanse.
How much effort I put in, how much hope I planted, but I never could touch the dream in his eyes. His expectations of me were like an unattainable castle, and I was just a wanderer wandering beneath the city. Perhaps, he just enjoyed this sense of superiority and plunged me into a never-ending chase.
In his eyes, I was too insignificant to satisfy his imaginary ideals. I played his role like an actor, but he never gave me a round of applause. My efforts, he turned a blind eye, as if an insignificant clown were frolicking alone in his world.
And at the critical moment, he chose to be indifferent. Like a cold night's storm, I stood alone in the rain, while he was safe and sound under the eaves in the distance. He was not my protector, but a bystander who ignored the wind and rain, watching me struggle in the wind and rain.
Every time I made a mistake, his reproach was like a needle to my heart. He never reflected on whether he was also at fault, but he always put all the blame on me. Such a relationship is like a journey in the desert, thirsty and lonely.
Stop being obsessed, I told myself. This man is not worth my more effort for. Perhaps, only when I am far away from this foggy relationship, can I see the sunny day that truly belongs to me. What I needed was someone who was willing to work with me and understand my efforts, not a phantom who kept me struggling with his imaginary expectations.
As far as the eye can see, we have been lost in the labyrinth of love, and I try to find a solid place in his eyes that belongs to me. However, at critical moments, he always chose an indifferent back, put me on the verge of loneliness, and left me desperately.
Once upon a time, we were so close that we could hear each other's heartbeats. Yet, in those fateful moments, I rarely saw him on my side. In the midst of the predicament, I looked at him, but I could only see his indifferent eyes, as if I didn't exist. He always chooses to leave my troubles to me to solve, and he is just an indifferent passer-by.
Ignoring this was like a heavy punch to my heart. I longed for him to be like a solid fortress to protect me from the wind and rain of the outside world. However, he was like a floating cloud, erratic, unable to give me any comfort.
Perhaps, he never really understood what support between partners was. At the critical moment, he chose to escape, leaving me wandering in the lonely desert. Such a man is so fragile that he can't even give the most basic companionship. He may have thought that indifference was a kind of protection, but he forgot that behind this protection was the endless loneliness in my heart.
Stop being obsessed, I said to myself. This man may not be worthy of my affection. Perhaps, only when I no longer suffer from his indifference can I find a harbor that truly belongs to me elsewhere. I need someone who is willing to face difficulties with me and protect my dreams, not a strange traveler who chooses to escape at a critical moment.
Standing on the beach of this soul, looking back, I found that I had paid silently for a pretended love. The man who always blamed me when I made mistakes, seemed to think that blame was a panacea for solving problems, but never really reflected on whether he was just as wrong.
I made mistakes again and again, and each time it felt like I was crumbling in front of a broken mirror. He always said to me in a reproachful tone, "Why are you so immature?".Why do you always make such low-level mistakes?And he himself seems to be a man who always stands on the moral high ground and has never made any mistakes.
Such accusations are like a heavy blow that is deeply imprinted on my heart. I longed for him to be like a guide, to give me the right direction, not to blame me. But he always habitually chose to cover up his own shortcomings with blame, which made me struggle with self-blame.
His critical eye for me always seemed to find my flaws. And when I expect him to reflect on himself, I can only see his indifference. Perhaps, he never thought he needed to reflect, because in his world, he was always right, and I was always synonymous with wrongness.
Stop being obsessed, I said to myself. This man is so unwilling to really face his own problems that I can no longer be lost in his accusations. Perhaps, only when I get out of this forest of self-righteous accusations can I find someone who truly knows how to cherish and understand. What I need is a passerby who is willing to grow with me, not a passer-by who chooses to blame for every mistake.
After all, it's time to get rid of this pretended love. No more obsessing over an unsatisfying expectation, no more feeling the back of indifference at a critical moment, and no more being subjected to ungentle accusations for every mistake.
Perhaps, we have all been deceived into thinking that this is true love. However, when sobriety came, all I saw was an illusory stage, he was an actor, and I became a supporting role in his performance.
Saying goodbye to such a man is like saying goodbye to a long-lost dream. When you wake up, there may be some heartache, but you will be greeted by a clear reality. Perhaps, what we need is a partner who is willing to work with us, not an actor who traps us in fantasies with feigned care.
Let's go, leave this barren heartland. No more suffering for his ruthlessness, because we deserve a better life. In the process of leaving, there may be some reluctance, but at every step of parting, we are looking for our own happiness.
Stop being obsessed, I said to myself. This man is not worth my obsession. To say goodbye to him is to say goodbye to a labyrinth with no end. In the future, we may still encounter ups and downs, but at least, we will have our true selves, and we will no longer be distorted by the shadow of pretended love. Leaving this scene is to find true happiness and no longer be confused by false love.