He loved me

 He showed me who I really wanted to be, who I’ve been trying to get back to. He pulled me through who the women I finally knew I could become. I feel a like a double agent that finally broke free from the secret life of espionage. They can’t know of my life I once lived. Even if I told them, they wouldn’t believe. To get to her normal life.  In a way, is this really I? Or am I living someone else’s life?