He was a stranger that I met and came to love, he's everything to me. He became my elixir of life; the delight of my days, the haunting dreams at night. He's a paradox of everything good and cruel. He was both my life and my poison. A poison I was okay to consume whole. Could I love anyone toxic again? Or would be become just strangers that pass by, knowing each and every part of them, and not bearing to look at?