Once, you said, “I want to win, but I don’t want you to lose.”
Not in the way others did—glancing over, scanning for threat or use. You looked . You took a seat across the café, folded your hands, and smiled like we had already met in a dozen different lifetimes. Each one ended badly. Each one was worth it. my dearest nemesis
We fight like lovers and plan like thieves. You steal my calm; I crack your armor. In every boardroom, every chess match, every midnight argument on a rain-soaked balcony—you push, and I refuse to break. It’s the only dance either of us knows. The music is a blade. The floor is a promise. Once, you said, “I want to win, but