• When love is there,
    you can be certain it is love.

    But, when you are not certain,
    it can be classified as game.

    Alas, on the rare occasion,
    there is but one exception.

    That is, of course,
    when it is of love and game.

    The kind where you hate him for not showing any kind of emotion towards you,
    and... Where you love him unconditionally anyway.

    Where he refuses to kiss you,
    just to make you storm off in defeat.

    Where he loves you with all of his heart,
    protects you and heals you.

    That's the worst part,
    the love.

    He loves you, you love him,
    next thing you know is that he's with another woman, tired of having to keep up with you.

    I know this will never happen in our case.

    Why?

    Because it's impossible for us to separate.

    He could kill my family, and I would love him still.
    I could kill all of his best friends, and he would love me still.

    But it is also the best part,
    that love.

    Because I know he'll never leave me. Even if he wanted to.

    That's the only way to explain the rare case we have.

    Of love and game.