A simple question.
It followed with an accident.
Just an accident.
It kept going with a rivalry.
A strong rivalry.
Pushing.
And pushing each other.
To get stronger.
And stronger.
Till they could overcome anything.
Even each other.
Even feelings.
Even life.
They pushed each other.
To keep each other going.
To keep everything under control.
Then one of them left.
And the other had no one to push.
Had no one to push him.
But he kept pushing.
He pushed himself while the other
Took the easy way.
Without pushing.
Their story hasn’t finished yet.
It started with a question.
It followed with an accident.
It kept going with a rivalry.
It went on with pushing.
It twirled down to pain.
But all through.
It had love.
In it’s simplest form,
Of ignorance.
Of ignoring it.
Till no matter how much you push yourself
It is still there.
And will never go away.
To be pain or pleasure.
No matter how hard they push.
No matter what they do.
No matter what anyone does.
It will stay.
Deal.
With.
It.
Love is a gift and a curse.
No matter how much you push.