In the game of love there’s the lover and the beloved.
Love is never mutual no matter how much it may seem perfect to you in the beginning.
The lover loves the beloved more.
Anyday anytime I choose to be the beloved and not the lover.
The one who loves you, that is where you belong.
Because the one you love belongs to the one who loves them.
No matter how we ignore the fact and mask it in responsibility
The lover is always obliged to hold up your game because the beloved is clumsy, vulnerable and weak in the game.
Anytime of day I’ll choose the one who loves me over the one that I myself loves because that is where happiness lies.
Love ain’t mutual
It’s a game, OUR HEARTS ARE THE ARENA