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2021-09-07 01:10:00◇ KEL ◇
Idealizing.Love bombing.
Gaslighting.
Devaluing.
Discard.
No. It wasn't his style. He wasn't that kind of guy.We met just two years ago, sure...but I already knew the real him. He wasn't a self-serving egomaniac like his brother and their family thought.
Enzo focused on his goals and went after them with remarkable self-will, but he didn't obsess over his own success at the expense of other people. Although he was a lot of things, he was far from a textbook narcissist.
The truth: he's quite the opposite. Generous. Caring. Sweet. Loving. Empathic. Forgiving. And sincere. He didn't think everyone else should cater to his every whim.
Some would say he's a hard 10. And I would say he's out of my league. I didn't deserve someone like him.
Yet
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