He had a way of reading my mind, I liked that, everyone else was always so off. He dissected my moves, and really looked into my eyes. But he had a deep self-esteem issue. He held me down to a point where I was worshiping him. But he was all talk, and his arrogance only hovered the surface. Still, I couldn't stand him when we were together and how he only appreciated my existence when I was rambling about the universe, religion, and such. So, I left, I walked away, I left everything in disarray (the only way I could get out with no feelings attached.) And I'm alright (for the most part.)