But it wasn't real... his love wasn't real. It was all a beautiful illusion that I would give anything to make real. Part of me wishes I would have never met him. Part of me, however, is happy that I at least experienced true love, even if only with the idealized version of a person who, in reality, would sacrifice unconditional love for an identity built on mistruths.
The relationship I struggle with most is the one with myself. Jennifer Tessena truly is my own worst enemy. I view myself through a completely different lense than I do others. Focused on my flaws, with imperfections magnified 100x, anything redeeming is left far out of view and labeled as insignificant or irrelevant. With others, I pride myself in being able to find the good in everyone.