Now I see I was naïve. We were never on the same page. You think I wanted to fight with you because I hate you? Because I want to win? What does it even mean to “win” at this point? What are we fighting for? The job? Hometown hero? Over the years I’ve lost track, and I never really minded because for me, it was never about the war and it was never about beating you. I just wanted to have you any way I could.
