Difference.

See, see, the thing about us two.
You and me, i mean, it's really quite simple.
Very simple, in fact. So simple, that the stupidest
people could understand. As long as they knew about
being alone.

Because, you and I, you and I have both been alone.
Very alone actually. So alone in fact we've wanted to die.
To take the form of death and just...escape.
But, the problem with relation is this.
One of the pair must find something so they can
no longer relate. A difference.

For example,

John and Jeanie are a pair.
John and Jeanie both like chocolate ice cream.
One day, John discovers strawberry ice cream.
Jeanie, does not.
John decides he like strawberry better and forgets what
chocolate is like.
Jeanie, does not.
Jeanie is now stuck with chocolate.
John is happy with strawberry.

See? See the difference?


Now try this one on for size.

You and I are a pair.
You and I are both lonely.
One day, you discover accompaniment.
I, do not.
You decide you like accompaniment better than loneliness.
I, do not.
I am not stuck with lonely.
You are happy with accompaniment.

I remember the day we reached the crossroads.
We went in different directions, and I lied
about how happy i was for you, that everything
was working out for you the way it should have years
ago.

I wish i was happy with my difference.
I wish it made me stronger faster.
It will in time, but right now,
it's broken ankles.
To hear the injury, it doesn't sound like
much. To be the one trying to walk on them?
It feels like a lot more.

Broken ankles.
Heh, I like it.