and I was overwhelmed and frankly scared as hell Because I really fell for you

You're just a hologram of yourself. They project certain traits, certain things you like. They give you clothes to play dress up in, but that's not really you up there. It's just a two dementional representation of yourself, and like some science fiction movie, it will never, and can never be all of you. I never want to be projected. I sometimes find it sureal that my spouse lives within the realms of a dual reality. It's a comfort sometimes, to know that he isn't the holographic image. You'd be wise to realize that nobody is. NOBODY. Look at the shocking tell alls. Recently I read that lady Gaga was never a stripper, homeless or anything else she used to give herself accreditation to her fans. Do I blame her? No. My husband isn't a womanizing, alcoholic, insomniac, drug addict, but you would be lead to believe otherwise. 

Persona.

image.

character

stage name.

fake.fake.fake.

“I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school. They don't teach you how to love somebody. They don't teach you how to be famous. They don't teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don't teach you how to walk away from someone you don't love any longer. They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's mind. They don't teach you what to say to someone who's dying. They don't teach you anything worth knowing.” 

 ― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones