Here we go again

The beginning of everything

We grew up together. We played in the rooms that never seemed to end. We trained together. Then as we got older we became more elcusive. We became more competitive. We were still close though. But in a different way. Then we were alone. Our friends didn't seem to understand us. But we understood each other and that's what matters. Then we got older. More muscle than innocence. We noticed we were to much alike. We wanted to be different. We wanted competition. Then one day while training. That competition became more than that. It became personal.
I still remember his eyes. The way that determined look shone through them like fire. We verbalized everything we felt. Why we were doing this. Why we put everything into our rivalry. I made the first move. He countered. We fought. We were in denial we wanted to squish those feelings, because deep down we knew it was wrong. But we attracted wrong. We were a wrong magnet. And like a magnet we clicked. He block countered and somehow we ended up tangled up on the floor. We didn't move. Didn't say anything. Didn't breathe. Then he slammed his lips to mine. We let instincts take over.
A few hours ticked by. But they felt like seconds. Slipping though our fingers. We didn't stop. I didn't think I could. But fear overcame pleasure when we heard the door swing open only a room away. One room never felt so close. He jumped away from me. While I jumped back. To others it would look like we FOUGHT but if that's fighting I never want to stop. Everything went back into place. He went back to punching the bag. But I was stuck. That was the beginning. I didn't know that it would be the end. It was like I was dreaming. And good help me. I didn't wanna wake up.