You said the wrong thing, and I said some bad things too. We didn't know each other well. We've only been in one other serious relationship before we met. We both were going into a battle where we were blind and deaf, both not knowing what makes the other tick. I exploded like a time bomb and you took cover, diving into trying to draw pity.
It was just one wrong word. One misunderstood word. But the next thing we knew I was ignoring you, and your were flooding my phone with texts.
We both didn't know what to do. We were running before we even got the chance to stand up. We never got to try on our new legs. We just ran like a couple of idiots, trying to outrun the other without any particular reason.
And then it ended.
We were a glorious mess, each of us trying to figure out where the other stood.
There was no bloodshed, no need for medical attention.
I thought it was the end, I thought I would never see you again.
You thought you lost your chance, you thought I would never go back to you anymore.
But then the next day, the next moment, we were side by side, gasping for air.
And then we rolled around and turned to each other, then slowly lifted each other up.
We didn't know what we were doing, but it seemed like the right thing to do.
Then we began to walk. Together. Side by side. Our broken legs mashing together like a perfect piece.
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