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Games
Sometimes it is easier to not understand than it is to understand. I learned this the hard way. Whoever said, “It is better to have loved and lost than have never loved at all.” Must have not loved and lost, for if they would have they wouldn’t have ever said that. Sometimes I wonder, who am I to judge, but on the other hand, who are they to screw me over again and again? I once was a fan of games, would join in on the sly taunts, but now? I know what they do, I always have.
Now? I know what it means to really love someone. That you really long for them to be happy, even if it tears you apart. That’s why I cried. For, you lied, deceived me, damaged me beyond repair. Yet, I still love you even though, you left me in the cold. You may have never been mine, but, I feel played. Now, even on the slight off-chance someday you would care for me, I would never be to get the thought out of my mind that this all is just another game we play...