The war is the thing that keeps us alive.
You call me rival. I call you the axis I didn’t know I was spinning around. my dearest nemesis
My dearest nemesis—may we never make peace. The war is the thing that keeps us alive
Not in the way others did—glancing over, scanning for threat or use. You looked . You took a seat across the café, folded your hands, and smiled like we had already met in a dozen different lifetimes. Each one ended badly. Each one was worth it. My dearest nemesis—may we never make peace
We fight like lovers and plan like thieves. You steal my calm; I crack your armor. In every boardroom, every chess match, every midnight argument on a rain-soaked balcony—you push, and I refuse to break. It’s the only dance either of us knows. The music is a blade. The floor is a promise.
But tonight, when the city goes dark and our armies of ambition sleep, I will think of you. The only worthy opponent. The only soul who sees me clearly and still chooses to duel.
Once, you said, “I want to win, but I don’t want you to lose.”