None of it belongs to me. Though I wish it did. Then again maybe I don't.
well.. I can't decided. Anyway.
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The two men had never been close. They neither liked nor hated each other, but a small amount of respect seemed to remain constant between them. From the outside these two men looked to be incredibly alike. Different names, different faces, but the same motives, same reasoning. However, for these two men neither wanted to be anything like the other. It just ended up that way.
The elder, complex as he may be, was a simple man when it came to love. He'd loved one woman all of his life. Through deceit, betrayal, and more pain than he could fathom, he loved her. She was his one weakness, and he knew it.
The younger was a simple man who fell into a situation more complex than he could ever imagine. He too found the one woman who was meant to love forever. But when he lost her, he made the mistake of looking for love again, elsewhere. His weakness wasn't the love he had for this woman, it was in the lies he told to himself; the pretense that he could forget, stop loving her. In that way she would always be his weakness.
These two were by no means weak men. In fact both were stronger because of the pain they'd endured. Both were well aware of their similarities, both resented them equally. Together they could have helped one another. Together they might even have been friends. But this could never be. Because for the two of them, looking at one another only reminded them of their own faults. The older man saw in the younger the naïve mistakes of his youth, those that had caused him so much pain. The younger man only saw his future. Neither wanted to accept that any of this was true. But some where deep down both acknowledged it, and mutually resigned to remain adversaries.
It just so happened that the day came when these two men had to put aside their differences, their resentment, and themselves. Maybe they didn't consciously do it, but it happened nonetheless. For a day they forgot about each other, and grieved.
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The two men had never been close. They neither liked nor hated each other, but a small amount of respect seemed to remain constant between them. From the outside these two men looked to be incredibly alike. Different names, different faces, but the same motives, same reasoning. However, for these two men neither wanted to be anything like the other. It just ended up that way.
The elder, complex as he may be, was a simple man when it came to love. He'd loved one woman all of his life. Through deceit, betrayal, and more pain than he could fathom, he loved her. She was his one weakness, and he knew it.
The younger was a simple man who fell into a situation more complex than he could ever imagine. He too found the one woman who was meant to love forever. But when he lost her, he made the mistake of looking for love again, elsewhere. His weakness wasn't the love he had for this woman, it was in the lies he told to himself; the pretense that he could forget, stop loving her. In that way she would always be his weakness.
These two were by no means weak men. In fact both were stronger because of the pain they'd endured. Both were well aware of their similarities, both resented them equally. Together they could have helped one another. Together they might even have been friends. But this could never be. Because for the two of them, looking at one another only reminded them of their own faults. The older man saw in the younger the naïve mistakes of his youth, those that had caused him so much pain. The younger man only saw his future. Neither wanted to accept that any of this was true. But some where deep down both acknowledged it, and mutually resigned to remain adversaries.
It just so happened that the day came when these two men had to put aside their differences, their resentment, and themselves. Maybe they didn't consciously do it, but it happened nonetheless. For a day they forgot about each other, and grieved.