Cat And Mouse
It was a simply complicated game of cat and mouse, really, one that only they knew the rules to.
Their strategies were a perfect example of improv tactics, a game-like relationship, evasion and pursuit being their only weapons against anything real.
It had substance though, their relationship, if you could go so far as to call it that. They had limits and lines, whether they choose to cross them or not was an in the moment decision, driven from the inner, subconscious instinct to protect a loved one.
But they would never go so far as to call it love.
Although it very much was love.
Weather they were in love, no one, maybe not even them, themselves, would know.
Cat and mouse would be a good way to describe it; a real life Tom and Jerry, with a few changes.
Instead of trying to kill each other, it was more of trying to love each other.
It was a constant battle, to see how far they could push one another until the other, or themselves, inevitably backed down. They would go as far as they possibly could without being in a text-book, black and white relationship. And at the last moment, when faced with the only choices of going all the way through, or backing down, well they became cowards, although their rock hard interiors, shaped to be rough and raged by the different yet all too similar challenges life had thrown them, never showed it.
Yes, their loves was a simple game of cat and mouse to them.
The only thing they had trouble determining was who was the cat and who was the mouse.
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