We were a paradox, connected and separated in one heart. Our love gleeful yet unsatisfying. We were together and alone. When I hated him, he loved me. When he hated me, I loved him. I’ve always wondered how we lasted so long in our maze. My friends would always say, “Opposites attract,” but we weren’t opposite. We were both merely similar in our differences. The two of us, walking self-contradictions crafted into the shells of two indecisive human beings. We got that about each other, but we never understood ourselves. Then we split, and I often wonder if we made the correct choice. Cause boy was that the most thrilling love a paradox could have!