It seems to me that a narcissist is like a bonfire.
I am attracted to the light of the flames because they are colorful, energetic, and reaching for something. The warmth of the fire is comforting, protecting me from the cold night air, and the smell… the smell of campfire is the best smell in the whole world. It reminds me of good times and of being in nature. Time and daily pressures seem to stop when I sit by the fire. All is right in the world.
But if I get too close, the bonfire will hurt me; and if it hurts me too much, it will kill me. Fire is dangerous and a killer. The thing that looked and felt so good in the beginning has become a source of pain.
If I could walk away and ignore the bonfire, it would simply run out of material to burn, fizzle, and cease to be. It would not consume me nor destroy me. I would survive.