23 February 2010

The Game

Call me self-absorbed, but I sometimes feel like I've been handpicked by the universe to be his favorite plaything. And I'm forced to participate in this weird game where I pretend not to care and he gives me heartache after heartache until he elicits a reaction. And the moment I pull away he pulls me back, pulls me in and gives me new reason to continue.

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