We are both manipulators, you and I. We both twist emotions and words and people to get what we want. We know this, you and I. So, paranoid as we are, we stand face to face, holding out our hearts. We won’t give them to each other. We’ll be pleased with the privilege to look, understanding one another. We’ll stand this way, you and I, until we turn away. And when we return empty-handed, we’ll place one hand into another and meet for the first time. Two years down the line, we meet, you and I.
Two months after we met, I said I loved you, and you I. Two years of this dance and this is the only thing that has not changed.