Can we step away from the game for a bit, and realize that this isn’t some silly plaything. We play not with tiny pieces on a chessboard; we play with people. Our decisions aren’t made by the roll of a die, and we certainly aren’t constrained by squares on a board. Because ultimately, you have to realize that falling in love isn’t all about the moves you make, or the strategy you’ve taken. It’s not about seeing who has the biggest club to beat this straight of hearts, and it sure as hell isn’t about winning some fucking prize at the end.

You see, I still want to believe that love is something beautiful and it’s something to enjoy. Because when people are together, for the sake of being together, that’s just the fucking tops. It really doesn’t get much better than that.

So I hate to see us all acting like kids, trying to read intentions and counting score against each other. Because when you’re bankrupt in a game like this, you’re not losing out on paper money. You’re just laying in bed, crying, wondering what the fuck happened.