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The Wall
The funny thing, she said, as her friends waited for the unfunny thing to be said, is I always used to think of us as two speeding cars driving towards each other.
But, her friend smiled, you don’t drive!
She laughed. Too true. Which is even more fitting. See I knew we were headed straight for disaster – too fast, too reckless, too unwilling to compromise. But I always thought when the collision was over, when the flames had burnt out and the dust had settled, we would have at least made that impact on each other.
So what changed? They asked hesitantly, already knowing.
You should’ve seen him, she said, beautiful, confident. It reminded me of the first time. And that’s when I realized I was wrong. He was only a wall and I was the car. I was the one hurling towards disaster and he was just waiting for me to catch up. And once it was over and all the pieces were quickly collected and carried away, there he was – as sturdy and unchanged as ever. And there I was – gone.
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