I am the victim though, my lovely little twin flame. You never gave me what I wanted, even though I was treating you well, and you trusted me. If you deny me something I want, play with my heart, then hide from me for the rest of your life, that makes me a victim and you the villain. That’s how loose my grip on reality has become. I haven’t been touched in over 10 years. You were supposed to break my dry streak. I wanted to kill you, sure, but only when you were happy. If you’re that miserable, traumatised , and suicidal, letting you live with it while I have a good time and forget about you seems more cruel and fitting to me.