competition

The war was not about men. not really. it was not even about attitudes. though at that time i thought that it was. it was not even about sister codes. though again, at that time i thought it was.

at that time, i hated her so much, that im sure if i had got a chance to meet her in person, i could have killed her with just my looks.

for one thing, we were competing for the same things. so it had to end in a war, a fight to finish. and it did. of course like all wars, it started as a skirmish or two, and then it ended in a full fledged war. with no clear victories on both sides. i had thought she had won hands down, and was surprised that she felt that i was the victorious one.

it was only today, that it stuck me...

though we were competing for the same things, the reasons for wanting the same things are different. her reasons are more valid than mine. I also realize, that as long as we both felt the answer to our questions lay in the same direction, we would never get our peace with each other.

i know il thrive. i walk away. im at peace.