“He was smart. Smartest person that I knew. It made him cynical. Jaded. He couldn’t find beauty in anything anymore. That’s contagious, that cynicism. It draws you in. Changes you slowly over time so that if enough time passes, you don’t even recognize yourself anymore.
I was lost in him. Lost in his head, and there wasn’t enough room for the two of us. I had to move closer to him, press against him to fit. He lived in his head, and I just wanted to be where he was. I grew darker for him. I wanted to see what he saw and feel the things he felt, but I didn’t understand them like he could. He was so smart. I didn’t understand him.”