He was always like that. He always had that certain aura about him that made him even more special. To me. He gave warmth, warmth that spread all through me and cushioned our love on top of the highest places in my heart. He always did that to me, and that is why I loved him when we were together.
But he never knew, and he will never know. Shrouded by one of the most compelling forces of our feelings, he never knew our love existed, or even fantasized by it. Locked inside his mind the storm began to swell up inside him and eliminate all the forces of good inside him. Compelled by the desire of knowledge to obliterate and destruct those who cared about him, he was tormented by it and constantly had outbreaks of distress, which broke me inside.