Mighty Rocks That Stay

Picture a ghostly crowd, a vast crowd moving almost like water around you. they are the other people in life that move in and out of your sight.
you can just about see above them all, your eyes have a simple veiw above all their ever flowing heads.
you can feel yourself being swept along slowly but surely dragged by the tide of people being pulled by time. forever moving on.
The feeling of movement is disturbing, you dont like to be pulled you like to hold on to something that means you will stick around.
Looking above the heads of the nameless people you can see him, standing still. He is your rock. He is a distace away but that does not matter, you can still reach him.
Without moving you stop dead in your tracks. Halted against the flow just by knowing your rock is there
He looks over, over the distance you can see that he is not moving and you can see that he doesnt like you. There is no love between you but still it is he that stops you moving and being worried and swept along.
But you also know that He looks over to you and stops moving too. Inexplicably you both begin to move when you loose sight of each other, but when you remeber they are there and you look for them to steady you, you stop and so does he when he feels himself move.
He looks to you to stop himself moving. and you looka t him with no form of love, barely even friendship. so why do you both stop moving like so? you are each others rocks but you do not like each other. In each others presense you can barely contain yourselves. You attack eachother, undermine each others moods.
Strangely you do not wish to show others this, this is between you and you Alone. Others have never noticed this little in war. It is so subtle that people assume you are good friends! and to all outward appearences you are.
Your moods rarely change, everyone thinks he is miserable and you are eternally happy. bouncy even. But, underneath these facades you are not like that. You can see every little change on each others faces, you can see each others exact mood where others can only see what you both put out to distract.
He can read your very thoughts, tell what you are about to say. Read every glance, even those not in his direction. Every movement is read. He watches avidly looking for another chance at an attack, wanting to see your exterior change, for that is where the triumph lies. To make the facade slip and to see you try to recover it.
You however are at a disadvantage there. He knows everything about you but you know next to nothing about him. His doors have remained ever shut tight. You told him everything and he has told you nothing. But STILL he is your rock and you are his. You do not like each other and STILL he is your rock.
You cannot read him in the same way, but you can see his facade. You can see his face change where noone else can because to them, it never changed.
Once again you feel the movement and once again you look around to the exact place he was before. You can see him standing out amongst the crowd, once again he looks over to you and looks into your female eyes. It is not weakness he sees there, but lies. Not lies about you, there are no lies to him. not from you. It is others that see the facade over you.
This is where it all stays. Here between you. So much trust to him, and so much from him.
People who see you see nothing, same for him and same for you both together.
It was this facade that endeared you to him, and equally made him dislike you. How strange. You can trust each other so- despite all the hate that flows between you and in your little wars.
Both of you have your own loves and mabye barely spare a thought for each other but you provide the rocks to each other. Rocks to your loves but only you two share each other as rocks. Two rocks become more solid for those that rely on you to stay still. But all rocks need something to root them deep and prevent them from moving along the river bed.
How strange for you to choose each other as your rocks.
How strange.