We were so much alike. What he had not known about himself he began to see in me—as if in a mirror—despite the fact that I was a woman and much younger and perhaps unlike him in ways that he didn’t know. He saw his own vulnerability and his own anger in me. And when this was reflected back at him, he began to be healed. But like a mirror, I was always there as a reminder.

I wanted to be his, and if he had wanted me to change, I would have done anything. Maybe it is possible to change together—develop together. But if the mirror is too clear, one will not only see oneself as one is, one will also be forced to leave that other person who will always be a reminder of what one no longer wishes to be.