Titles can be quite boring, don’t you think?

They have such an interesting mind.

We've been having these little debates over the past... Forever.

About little things.

Meaningless things in the grand scheme of things, in the face of time, in the face of the existence of Death.

But they mean something to us so on we go.

It's a dance, one I'm tired of.

But what can I do?

I'm... Too attached to leave, you could say.

Even if I find so many of our conversations pointless.

It's not all bad.

They're smarter than they think.

They tell me about how silly everything is.

How silly it is to have these arguments at all when we'll both be dead, finally dead, who knows when.

I tell them it won't be over till it's over..

We both laugh sadly because it's true.

And then we stay together anyway.

I like spending time with them, sometimes.

I used to hate their guts.

I used to rip them apart and get the very same and wonder why we hadn't quite killed each other, yet.

Then we realised the only person suffering all that abuse was... Us.

And we slowly, surely decided it wasn't worth the fight.

We have so many more things to be tired and scared of.

I'd rather not have to face myself in battle on such a consistent basis.

Now, they're holding up their end of the bargain the best they can and it's working out great.

But we're still... So... Tired.

They're still not sure it was a good idea not to kill me and I can't say for certain I have no regrets in not doing them the same kindness.

But here we are.

And as much as I hate our fights, the lies, the vicious things we've learnt from a society that serves absolutely nobody; I love their stupid, kind guts.

I love how hard they try to make it work between us.

I love the gentle touches and the little head pats and the nose boops.

I love that I don't feel like such a worthless, insignificant thing in their eyes anymore.

I exist.

I get to take up more space now.

Not enough, not as much as I should but... More.

It's been a rough journey.

But I'm still on the road regardless, we both are and I suppose that's what matters.

Cos in the end, after all the lies and pretence and desperation to be good enough for people who didn't even know we needed saving,

It's gonna be me and them taking that last breath together.

On our lonesome.

As it's always been.

They're not the worst person to fade away beside, the silly confusions have been half the fun :)