Civil War by Beccahead

Civil War, by Beccahead

I have a question. Isn't Civil War an oxymoron? How do you have a civil war?

Soldier 1: Oh! Hello, I see you have a gun there.
Soldier 2: Yes, I see you have a sword.
Soldier 1: Yes, but I really hate violence.
Soldier 2: Yes, so do I.
Soldier 1: Do you have any Grey Poupon?
Soldier 2: Why yes, let me get into my pack here . . . there you go.
Soldier 1: Oh, thank you! Would you like a sandwich?
Soldier 2: Why, yes, thank you.
Soldier 1: Are those Bugle Boy boots you're wearing?
Soldier 2: No, actually, they're just regular army-issue boots.
Soldier 1: Oh. Could've sworn they were designer.
Soldier 2: No.
Soldier 1: Well, it's been nice talking to you, but if you could just move over about two steps, my gun's just behind you.
Soldier 2: Oh, well, let me get that for you.
Soldier 1: Would you? Why thank you.

Act V. THE TRUTH. (Love is hard work. And, sometimes, hard work can really hurt.) Love is a game. If they didn't tell you before, we will tell you now. Love is a game and if you play you either win, lose, or get ejected before the game is over. There are no ties. Maybe you'll lose and learn some great, meaningful answer from it all (like if it looks to good to be true, it is). It's easy to love something when you don't have to work at it. It's harder when it asks something of you. You just might be afraid to give. Give it anyway. The heart is the most resilient muscle. It is also the stupidest. So if this love you've found is good to you, hold it, keep it, shout about it. If it isn't, then maybe you should just become very good friends.