Here is a game I didn't love. I had no reason to fall for it anytime soon. I like the sun, the trees, the wind in the air and I like the legs moving around, so no this was not my game. And yet it became a part of me, more compellingly than I could ever imagine....when something happened.
The game interested me the day I met someone. I hated the fact that it could have influenced me so highly and I have lived in a dream longer than I can remember. I didn't ask for it, I never do. You stood right there unless I felt guilty of my ignorance, inhuman in my own rights, until I turned around. You still didn't flinch. I was too convinced you'd never leave.....but just about when your insatiable hunger was fed, you fled. So rapid that I could hardly consider it human.
I stood there with an unbearable urge to learn a game from you and myself. It took me through the troughs of love I never wanted to be haunted by. It took me so much time to face that table once again. The game had done me no harm but it reminded me of you. I still fall in love with the wrist bands you wore, with the words you spoke, with the game that was ours.
On a stronger day, I faced my fear, I walked up and decided to face the fact you won't be there and may be that was for the best. When you can't face small things, a life along would be rather pitiable. I don't hate you, I can't, rather I'd thank you. You gave me a sport I can rejoice in, this sport had given me a lot of great people.....mostly it had taught me to face it alone. A loner I was always, just a bit stronger now and it grows within me everyday.
