Well...I found this place... a very interesting site, we have here.

Membership has its benefits, in any case, anywhere. Time to go around looking for friends, looking for fun stuff going on.

I have concealed this here because it needs to be visible but hidden in secret.
12-16-12, hidden in something six and a half years old.

I watch as you turn and head back to the real world, taking off your mask as you leave the stage we've made. I turn and take off my mask, walking back into the anterooom, the vestibule, my study. The air lock between our spaceship and the earth, where we go to different destinations.
As I look in the mirror, holding the mask in my hands, I realize that my face has begun to shift its shape to match the mask. I knew I had crafted the mask to look similar to my own visage, but when I made it, I was different from it. Whether it was the mask changing or me changing, it is getting harder and harder to keep it separate from reality.
I am Becoming The Mask.
The character I play in the tale we craft, the one who tells lies and confidently strides through his cockpit, steering the relationship and the spaceship and his life with aplomb. He loves your character, knows her, has seen her vulnerable and cares, protects.
I see it in your eyes and you see mine, that we would love for it to be real. 

I know we want to meet once. I want to make you need to meet me again, to hang out and do stuff and as we part, to kiss your hand, your cheek, your lips, pleading that I had to know. What it might be like, what I'm missing. What might be, or might have been. If it's like I've imagined. I know fictions aren't facts, but I know you. I see through your mask, not sure if you're playing along or utterly ignorant, but we could very easily be very nice together.

I had to know...because I needed to know if you're happy or stalling, content or test-running. I've got a bombshell to drop on you one day soon. It will demand action, and attempting to preserve the good you have will end in failure. I have tried that route. You must have a finish-line partner, not just someone to take you for a leg of the race.

I told you that joining up would have a price.

My villainy is as follows: you were not a valid target for pursuit when we met. I saw you would be amazing with Jesus, that I wanted to see what that would look like. It was around then I realized both that you were interesting in your own right, and that you were with an absentee someone, a guy I didn't know and didn't see.

Seven years of doing it wrong taught me one thing: Jesus first, charm second. This time we are close friends first, and maybe eventually I can convince you all those people who talked about marrying their close friend and still being together twenty years later, still happy...maybe they had a point.

Perhaps I've become like the thieving, charming con artist, because that's what this looks like to me on the face of it. The secret's out now, though. The ambush blown. I've finally managed to do this right. I've beaten the monster...but I haven't revealed this to you. This is the black hat blindsiding white hat, clearing out the guilt without solving the problem. My villainy continues unimpeded.