You were not a bright star. You were not light. You were not anything like she was. You were darkness. You were a black hole. You were misery and suffering. You were the wind during a hurricane. You were everything. Your darkness transformed my darkness into light, so I became the light, and you remained the darkness. We were complete. Dark and light need each other even if they are opposites. Perhaps, because it is this way, it is even more so. When I think back to her, I smile knowing that she was nothing compared to you. She was but a mere piece of tin on the floor that resembled something greater.