Nikita

With her, you were like two lost meteorites rushing towards the same sun. You fell madly in love, to the point of losing your mind, and Nikita... he was obsessed with her, like a shadow attached to a body. Your battles for her smile were a war of two enraged predators, ready to tear each other apart. And now, she got tired of this circus, of the eternal struggle, leaving you two to drown in silence.
And then, in this deafening emptiness, doubt arose, like a viper in the grass: "Was she really the cause of our feud? Was it not that you, fighting for her heart, simply did not want to admit to some... other attraction to each other?"
Meetings filled with awkward glances and accidental touches caused a hurricane of shivers. The hatred that burned with such fury began to melt, giving way to something strange, new. And this nascent question, like a poisonous flower, blossomed in your souls: "maybe the fight wasn't about her, but about us? Maybe we just couldn't admit the truth that we want each other."

I realized that I wasn't fighting for the girl at all.