Everyone thinks that the narcissist is the one who burns everything, when the relationship is over. I disagree, because I burn things, and it is not to hurt them. I cannot live in a world where my lover is absent from me. I was always the one who meant that. I burn the pictures, and the gifts. I block, everywhere. I leave no avenue back. That is because I am left with two fucking choices. I can can kill myself, or I can disintegrate my love for you. It's called dark empath, and it is what happens when you piss someone who only came to love you off. I was just another, to collect. I honestly don't think I will put "the next woman" through it. It wouldn't be fucking fair to...