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He loved her. He wasn't good enough for her.

He always believed that you become like those you spend your time with. Maybe that was part of it. He loved all the things about her that he wasn't. Openness, purity, compassion. She was smiles and sunshine, and he belonged to the night. He wanted to be a good man, ached for it, but maybe some people were just born better at it than others.

-A