I thought you were the man of my dreams. You believed me to be your perfect woman. But were we fooling ourselves all along? Were we pursuing a mirage? Were we playing make-believe? Were we lying to our own hearts?
It turns out that our expectations were our worst enemy. I tried to shape you into becoming the ideal man from my own imagination. You tried to steer me into becoming your idea of a fantasy woman.
We were doomed from the start, for we never saw each other for what we really were. We were both obsessed with an illusion of perfection that does not really exist. We did not try to see past the pretence we created in our own minds.
Now we are falling apart. For illusions never last. If two people cannot be themselves they will never be happy. The image we created together is tarnished, it is slowly crumbling away. Our friends see the obvious tension as it turns out we are strangers to one another after all this time together. I am sorry for the sadness I caused. I know you feel terrible too.
Even though we may have tried,
The truth is that we both lied,
Will this shame we feel subside,
After all the tears we cried?
We both need to let go, my love. We need to admit that it is too late to repair the damage. Our unrealistic expectations were our ruin. We got carried away with painting a mere illusion.
I am sure she is out there – your perfect woman. I am sure the man of my dreams exists. But next time we try to find “the one”, we need to accept that you cannot change someone so that they become the type of person you want. If you do that, you cripple and slowly destroy a person’s soul.
We will soon forget each other, and I am sure of that because we do not know each other. We heard only what we wanted to. We covered over all we did not like to see. There was no real acceptance, and we were not in love with each other but only in a contorted fantasy version of ourselves.
I will always feel regret that we made each other miserable. The saddest testimony to our relationship is that it would seem that WE were just a figment of OUR imagination.