My Dearest Nemesis May 2026

Not in the way others did—glancing over, scanning for threat or use. You looked . You took a seat across the café, folded your hands, and smiled like we had already met in a dozen different lifetimes. Each one ended badly. Each one was worth it.

That was the moment I knew. Not love—something rawer. Something that doesn’t need a name. You are the fire I set myself against to stay sharp. You are the flaw in my mirror that keeps me honest. my dearest nemesis

My dearest nemesis—may we never make peace. Not in the way others did—glancing over, scanning

You call me rival. I call you the axis I didn’t know I was spinning around. folded your hands

You were the first to notice me.