i looked at him, and he looked at me, and for that split second, it was like we had both forgiven each other for everything.

i have this memory.
this wonderful memory that keeps me hanging onto nothing.
this wonderful, fantastic look that makes it literally impossible to forget what we had.
however long ago that was.
yes, we hate each other.
yes, we are basically sworn enemies.
but, at the same times,
he has a part of me,
and i have a part of him.
what we had was,
and still is,
very real.
and that, my friends,
is never going to go away.