You’re smart. You’re clever. Your exterior presents a different image but your interior is coding for a player.
You’ve played games all your life and you were good at them too. When you were young your mom played peek-a-boo with you. As you got older, your friends played Monopoly with you. Even as you got older, your friends played soccer with you. Games have always been a part of your life because who wouldn’t want to play?
You feel compelled to play, like it’s an obligation. Every kid plays board games, every teen tries sports. And you were no different.
Games are fun, competitive, and frankly a way to escape reality.
It’s the feeling of control when you’re playing that I think really draws people. Do you buy the house in Monopoly? Do you shoot or pass the ball in soccer? Do you jump or run during a video game? The ability to choose your outcome is dangerous power. Your one decision can make or break you. You could get hurt or make a great pass. You could win or lose. It’s a constant cycle of cause and effect.
But you got cocky.
You thought you could win every game. And when you did, you ran out of games to play. So that’s when you found me. I was your new game.
My heart was the pawn and I was the opponent.
You played and played, made choice after choice to move the pawn. But I wasn’t letting up. I was competitive. Blocking your moves and avoiding tragic consequences. I was careful and delicate. I didn’t let you win. But then I stopped to look at the board. I hadn’t realized the amount of moves you had played; the effort and will to make each one.
That’s when I let you win. I called off the back-up, I tore down the walls and here you were. Even though I had caved I felt like a winner just as much as you did. Happy.
But you were coded differently. You were just a player with no underlying intention. You wanted to win and you did. Game over. My heart was the pawn and I was your game. You won me and then moved on.
Celebrating a win is only fun for so long and you got tired of it. You played me. And here I am the loser yet again in this game of love. You were smarter. You were cleverer. You presented an exterior to me that did not match your interior coding. You are a player and you played me like a game.
