There was a man who wanted to love her.
He took her into his arms and gave her warmth.
She said nothing, knowing speech would break the spell.
He projected onto her, made her his savior.
Confided in her while they were undercover.
Told her of his wife and children, and about how he longed for another.
He valued her, protected her because he could fill her with whatever.
She was a vessel – a shell to be conquered.
But she was alone and empty, even with external comforts because he did not know her well.
He did not want her for hersdlf.
He did not give himself to her completely, relegating her to being an outsider.
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(Men projecting at the gym)
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