(Note: This is a true story)
Once in my life, a dream arrived, a dream like no other.
We were together, young love at it's finest. In that dream we uttered those three words, those that bond souls. Awake with a start and tears in my eyes! The words flew out, written in stone. We were together, and nothing could stop us. The best of friends, the most intimate of lovers. Adventures were had and new things were learned. The good, the bad, it didn't matter, this team was unbreakable. Times got tough, and schools were changed, but it hardly mattered, those words always held true.
Everything done for the two, nothing done for the ones. That became our undoing. A goal to better our lives drove in a wedge, and the plans split apart. A move away sealed the fate, but the dream still held fast. One lost track of the time and the Other lost track of those words. Yet when the dream caved in, One still stood proud. The Other had fallen, but was sure to stand back up. A hand was extended, but the Other was gone. Slipped out of the dream without a fight. Confusion set in, what had happened? Surely they both needed the dream, why abandon it? Questions were asked, but answers weren't found. Stuck in the dream without a friend, the world went dark. The easy way out, it was considered; rejected as weak. One must stay strong while the Other's astray. Thoughts raced, bargains imagined: Maybe one day the team regroups as one-and-one, not two.
Looking around, a shadow was seen. It looked like the Other, but this was no dream. Thrown away was the dream, and everything in it. The shadow, it was an imposter. It committed unforgivable acts, and not in a play. The shadow had lied, the dream had collapsed. Left with memories, and tainted by hate. When had the shadow arrived on the scene? The Other had fled, the dream was too real. The shadow spread lies, it did not feel. The questions unanswered, One gave in. With only the shadow to answer the queries, the answers were false and the truth tucked away. The shadow would stay in the dark, convinced it was the light. The One asked it one last time where the Other had gone, but the shadow was angry - it refused to acknowledge that it was not the Other. The One left the shadow, alone in the dark.
The One searched far and wide, and found a fragment of the dream. It glowed like the sun, and held a bit of truth: The shadow was always there, but the dream had been too bright. So the One took the fragment and carried the light. To find a new Other, who would do right.