So two almost-friends walk into a bar, and talk about a shared almost-love...
"Why did you love him?"
Underneath the table, my hands clench my chair seat.
So many reasons. Not enough reasons. War. Gritty camaraderie. Loneliness. Cool porcelain skin against my own. The same reason why she smiles so sadly.
Then I see his face, and I know.
"He told me once..."
She raises her gaze to mine, listening.
"--that I reminded him of you."
Her mouth slightly opens. Softly, I answer the question that instantly flashes in her eyes.
"That's all it took."
::/My lord, you once did love me./::