And it is as if his mask fell off, crashing into tiny pieces onto the marble floor. And behind that mask is someone(thing) unidentifiable(unbearable.)
There are aliens that pose as everything we have ever wanted. They look just like someone we could love. They open the doors, laugh with you over brunch, like the same indie flicks you do, hold you oh so familiarly under a teal fleece blanket in their loft. And they’ll say sweet nothings to convince you that you are theirs, and only theirs.
And then, on cue, a red flag will proudly wave in their(your) windy sky.
Let them go immediately, without every second-guessing your decision.
You only belong to God and yourself.