"Baby Hitler"

There is the time travel debate about whether or not you would go back in time and kill baby Hitler. Some might say yes. This could lead to someone else in history rising up evil enough to be remembered as the worst person in history, equal if not worse than Hitler. Some might say no, as it could create a paradox. For, if you get rid of Hitler, it gives no reason for you to go back in time to kill them in the first place. But what if there was a third option?

Stealing a time machine wasn't exactly my idea. After all, there wasn't a particular point in history I wanted to visit. I mean, it would be fun to go to the future and see what I become. I then thought it wouldn't be such a good idea. It might work against me in that I would try following the path to lead me there, but be lead astray and fall deep into an inescapable hole.
Perhaps I could go back and witness a historical event? But which would it be? Maybe I could go back and see how the pyramids were really built. I could go to the area the Bigfoot picture was taken and see if it was real or fake.
Something new sparked in my mind, an idea I wanted to try seeing through. I could stop something bad from happening. After all, I learned about all these horrible historical events from our past. Maybe I could stop one of them from happening.
I tried thinking through all the dark events in history. I could stop 9/11. No, it would be too risky and nobody would believe me. I could try killing baby Hitler, I joked with myself. I knew I couldn't because it would cause a paradox. After all, if Hitler was gone, the future me would have no reason to go back and kill them.
That's when I remembered reading something online a while back, Hitler had a gay lover. I shook my head at where my mind was going with this, but it was such a dumb idea I had to try it.
I entered the date and the location onto the time machine and was absorbed in a ball of light, bright enough to steal my vision from me. I needed to shield my eyes.
When my vision came back, I was sitting face to face with a man roughly my age. Was this Adolf? I introduced myself, he did the same, confirming my suspicion. He and I began talking. I was trying to make friends with him, trying to gain his trust. My idea was to try guiding him into a better life, a life away from genocide.
As we grew older, we became closer. He made some moves on me, making me uncomfortable at first. I had to keep him trusting on me, so I had to give in to please him. He and I went many places, on many adventures. He told me things about himself, reminding me of how human this man truly was. How could a man with such kindness turn out so cruel?
Time grew longer and it was approaching the point where he became a dictator leading an army. I had to keep him from doing so for just a little while longer. I didn't want to see him turn.
Eventually, he saw in my eyes there was something wrong. He demanded I tell him what was going on. And as hard as it was, I had to let it out. I told him I was from the future. I told him about all the things he did. I told him how much I cared for him now, how I know he's not that kind of a monster. We went in for a hug and cried through the night.
When we awoke the next morning, he was wearing his suit and sporting a look similar to what I'd seen of him in history books. What the hell was he doing?
He told me about the monster he was destined to be. He said he knew that something bad could happen in the future if he doesn't turn evil. It could cause a paradox. I nodded in agreement. He told me he wasn't doing it to be cruel, he was doing it all for me.
We hugged one last time before I left to go back to my time. He stepped out before his army. He knew what he had to do.