It's a strange thing, isn't it? Sitting here, on a mundane park bench, with *you*. For years, my purpose was to thwart your every move, to dismantle everything you stood for. I saw you as an obstacle, a naive idealist, a threat to the world I believed in. And you, no doubt, saw me as the shadowy antagonist, the cold-hearted foe. We danced with d...Read more