Your worst enemy is the one you hold the closest.
The one who knows your weaknesses and buttons better than anyone.
Knows the breaking point of me better than most.
The countless arguments, countless laughs, and deep conversations have made me aware of his soft spots, as well.
Somehow, we haven't managed to break each other yet.
Every argument we have is restrained, by the invisible cage we put on ourselves.
We hit, and leave each other bleeding, but also stitch each other back up.
Our fights are brutal.
When we talk to each other, there is a slight feeling of unease that causes us to pull back when we speak to each other,
analyzing what is appropriate to say to one another.
But we cut the tension with a knife that we hide in our back pocket.
There is a naturalness in the conversation.
A flow in the river that is not forced.
A wind that doesn't hit you in the face.
When we are together we are dangerous.
A ruthless team with internal problems.
Opposites but alike.
Normals but freaks.
Teammates but rivals.
That's us for ya.
This is about one of my best friends.