i guess all great empires have their downfalls.
remember atlantis?
what about the library of alexandria?
i’m sure you do.
but i’m pretty adamant that you knew the romans the best.
do you know how they copy greek myths and adapt them into their own?
because i recall that you once told me that you weren’t good at your humanities. you said that you can’t infer and be creative; your mind was just a vessel of information waiting for a chance just to spew it back out your pretentious mouth.
you weren’t smart, not in a genius kind of way, but you were just intelligent enough to talk smartly. not think smartly.
do you know how their gladiatorial acts instilled a lot of fear and hatred in their citizens’ hearts?
because you are one of these gladiators. you seem to act all high and mighty, but this was the prime cause of why people hated you. i must admit though, i was once that eager audience who never missed any single one of your shows, blinded with awe at how you were swift to kill, and with a daring attitude while you’re at it. you killed everyone’s sense of self-worth with your ‘flexing’, and you rose through the ranks. i cheered you on, sometimes helping you strategize your moves. but once i was that rival you chose to fight, i felt the agonising pain of my predecessors as you spearheaded my heart.
do you remember that rome was a progressed but backward city?
because your personality was shit. yes, you were ahead of everyone, with your incomparable comprehensive knowledge of chemistry or physics, but you lacked the very building blocks of all human beings. just like how rome was built to be the best, yet it stood in unhygienic conditions, its roads were poorly paved with little to no lighting. i feel really sorry that no one taught you to love, care, or at least respect a woman. i’m really sorry that you aren’t capable of emotions.
and finally, do you remember how rome wasn’t built in a day, but it burned in one?
if you don’t, then you should. our friendship was built upon thousands of text messages, hundreds of ‘hey’s and ‘hello’s, tens of smiles, and zero regrets, yet apparently a single fire—, wait no scratch that, multiple tiny sparks grew into a huge flame which licked our friendship to ashes.
we spoke of different languages. i was bombarding you with words and phrases of love, while you spat back with speeches of logic and rigidity. my barbaric behaviour invaded and destroyed your perfectly organized, democratic city of a mind too early. shouldn’t have done that, but you could’ve had better defenses.
now you're just a myth, a legend, a piece of history from which people learn lessons from. but sometimes, history does repeat itself all over again, doesn't it?
