he didn’t know her….
not really…
he fell in love with the fantasy he made in his own mind….
and reminded her of her place…
whenever she stepped out of line….
he would say he always took care of her and provided her with the best of things…
but in reality….
destruction, pain, tears, fear, sorrow would be all he could ever truly bring….
he would say he knew her like one of his own….like she was always his…
but in reality…
he only ever saw the image he built in his own delusions and even when he lost her…
his own fabricated lies….was what he really did miss….
he never really knew her….
they never even met….
he only held her shadows…
in the prison where she was kept….
