He was unassumingly striking.
And he always made me feel magnificent.
He was beautifully broken.
And he always managed to make me smile.
He was wretchedly angry
And I never ever saw him in a temper.
He was sarcastically humourous.
And he never tried to outwit me.
He was always unhappy.
And he was forever happy when I was around.
He was my Anakin Skywalker.
And he didn't turn to the dark side for me, or for anyone else.
But for himself.