Was I Really the Villain
Was I Really the Villain?
We just got too perfect too soonātwo young children entangled within loveās genius trap. Reality hits when the thought of forever hits, and everyone retires to their tents⦠ā¦but I was outside, under the rain, building ours, while still holding an umbrella over your head.
The entirety of myself was poured into the promise we madeā Eyes clouded by love, heart racing at 1000 bpsānot from anxiety, but from excitement. Not for what was, or what is, but for what will be. The prospect of the future looked so captivating, I rode into the world not with an armyā ā¦but like the last samurai. Giving up was never on the agenda. Funny how the idea of fighting for someone or something can make the craziest thoughts feel like amazing ideas.
Willingness to do things for you was a mere understatement. So lost in the war, so focused on designing the vision of usā You tend to forget that help is even an option.
Now, people call this stupidity. Some call it pride, ego, or confidence. (So many opinions.) But what if youāve been so used to protecting someone, fighting for them, being their backup planā That you forget they can fight for themselves⦠or even fight beside you?
(Perspective is always funny. Letās flip this.)
In her eyes, it went from: "Iāve found someone willing to fight my battles, carry my load and baggage without a second thought. A protector."
Thoughts racing through her mind: āIndeed, I have found my knight in shining armor.ā
She watches as he willingly struts on his horse into a battlefield to fight an unwinnable fight. Her heart full of hope, knowing she is his only motivation, hope, present, and future. It keeps her grounded. She rejoices each day he returns aliveāthough some days are lonelier than others.
But life and fate decide to put them to the test. They design an epic plot twistāunforeseen, one not even the worldās best writer couldāve imagined.
Now the knight is down on his last legsā Hit with more arrows than his armor could carry, grazed by multiple armor-piercing rounds.
What can he do? So used to being the fighter, he carries on. Fighting both his own battles and the one heās building for them. Wearing a happy face despite the injuries, He limps off to battle every day. She notices from a distanceābut never asks whatās going on. She feels avoided.
Back-and-forth happen. She says things, tells him of the distanceā (In the language only they understood) ā¦but never asks, āAre you injured?ā Never checks beneath his armor.
And heāso fixated on the battle and the unforeseen circumstancesā Forgets to translate her words from plain text to their encrypted language. The fear of looking weak consumes him. The fear of loneliness clouds her perception of her own importance to him.
Life, never siding with anyone, says: āThis was expected.ā
But Fate, who always rooted for them, whispers: āItās not over.ā
Life reminds Fate: āLove is the weakest pillar in a relationship.ā But adds: āIf she waits on him, and he trusts her strength enough to open up, they will be forever.ā (All the while knowing⦠sheās packing her bags, evaluating one year of joy against two days of unrest.)
Though it's a cheat, Fate intervenesāgives the knight a stroke of fortune: A Day with no injuries.
He runs home to pour out his heart⦠Only to find an empty house, And a letter that says: āItās done.ā
Now, the fight feels pointless. The construction meant for twoāwasted. But knowing fate is what we make of it, He still fights each day, Still builds the house, In hope of her return.
Full of regret, he asks: āWas I really the villain?ā
Was he?
Or is life just a rollercoaster?
Would love to hear your opinion. š

















