But I knew something he didn’t. Beneath his fixating mind and horror at causing more pain, he carried the same flaw I did. In the beginning, I hadn’t seen it. Now I understood because his aches and bruises were the same as mine, and just like mine, they couldn’t be tended to with bandages and pills. He craved love, same as me. He gasped for connection, same as me. He needed physical touch so much it stole his humanity and turned him into someone he couldn’t control. That was the true problem between us.
