You treat love like it's a game. Like it's worth nothing. No real rules, just rules that are constantly changing.

The fact is that it was a game to you. Your game. I knew I had to play the game by your rules. And there was only one unspoken rule to keep you: not to fall for you.

But of course I did. I've never been good at games and I lost, hard.

Yet I didn't realize there was someone else in the game. And still it didn't surprise me.

I guess I always knew she was the other player. I guess I always knew she was winning.