What If There Was No Us?

What if it was just me? What if there was no you? No us? Would I still be me? Would I still be myself? What if I could point my finger to the exact moment in time, to that little dot on the continuum of or lives, when it all went wrong? Would I be able to bring back together the two newly formed lines, the two separate entities that we have become, or are they doomed to travel alongside each other, forever parallel, forever not together, forever not one?

What if it was just you? What if there was no me? No us? Would you still be you? Would you still be yourself? How is it possible that I'm so alone without you and that I'm so alone with you? How can two, who were once more than anything, more than everything to each other, turn into us? Into strangers? Into haters? How can memories betray us the way they do, having us believe that it wasn't always this way? That once, long ago, we were happy and saw the best in each other, promising to one another that we will always stay this way, that we will never ever ever let anything come between us. Oh, those rotten, manipulative memories, torturing us with nostalgia, bringing us back to when it was still not too late, to when we were both able to forgive one another.

What if I were to tell you that I don't know how to be me when I don't have you by my side? What if I were to tell you that I can't be me when you're not around? What if I were to tell you that there is no me when there is no us? What would you say?

We are as different from one another as death is from life, as hatred is from love, but yet we belong to each other; we understand each other the way no one ever will. We really make sense only when we are together, despite our efforts to make sense on our own. You are my better, my best, my worst half and I am yours, from our very beginning in this world. Can someone please tell me how is it possible, that these two bitter enemies are us? Enemies, who want nothing more than to stop being enemies and be what life had intended them to be – two. Two ones, but together.

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