In a point I felt he was my dark side. The darkness of my soul.
Like, he was everything I was and I could not accept. Only that was all he ever knew.

So then I thought by healing him I would heal myself, by loving him I would love myself.

I would learn to embrace my wounds, live with them.
But later I realized he was only making my dark side grow big, slowly absorbing the light inside me.
And I could not heal him, neither could I change him.

Only I could heal myself.

Oh but he did help, he helped me know my own dark side.