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He was tortured. Every aspect of him was twisted, distorted, and tortuous. I loved him for what he was and was willing to disappear from him once he regained who he truly was. Never has it ever lasted for long, those dark traits he gained from unfortunate experience, he never would need me for long. I knew it. I knew it, I knew it, I knew it. I loved it, that ephemeral high of intoxicating company. His long cold fingers tapping systemically on the wood table, never made a better tempo but always reverberated to the pulsations of my heart. But oh, the duration can only last for so long. Though he'll stand by me for assisting him in his return to himself, I will leave him because he has returned to himself. I will love another for the same reason and I'll leave a piece of my heart with tortured souls until I have nothing left.