Have you ever hated someone for all the qualities that you possess?
The qualities which make you who you are? And yet destroy everything you have?
We share the same kind of sorrows.
We find happiness in the same sort of things.
Little things make a difference to us.
We are empathetic towards each other.
We hardly talk, but we understand.
We are so different and yet, so similar.
And still, I despise him.
I despise him because he is everything I am and don't want to be.
I wish he would change. I keep telling him that he should in the hope that I wouldn't have to be reminded of my faults so often.
But he says he's content being who he is.
He's smug. So am I.
I say I'm happy being who I am too.
But I am happy.
Maybe he is too.
I will never know.
I hate him too much to ask.