He was positive.
He brought out the best in me.
He made me realize things with wisdom and clarity.
He erased all insecurities.
He made me see the other side of the world with glee.

He was negative.
He brought out the worst in me.
He made me angry and mad with so much ingenuity.
He wounded my pride and distorted my complexity.
He burnt my patience until it was gone entirely.

He was neutral.
He never put blame on anyone or anything.
He stayed silent during the times my mind was on chaos.
He never took any sides though it was obvious I was at fault.
He remained to be a listener and gave judgment by default.

But in everything he was,
in everything he is,
he would still remain to be my "once twisted dream".