The Game of Love

Meeting up with an old time friend inspired this entry.

I thought to myself:
All of us have our own love stories,
some are heart wrenching,
some are filled with joy,
some are twisted with complications
some are simply unforgettable.

Love, then, is a game.

All of us are the same, you and me, all alike.
We all yearn to give a part of ourselves to love that someone,
And we all yearn to be loved, for who we are.

And if all of us are the same,
Why do love stories turn out differently, with dissimilar endings for all?
Why do some end up jaded, hurt and broken,
While others have a happily ever ending?

Love, as I liken it to be, is a game.

We all begin as characters, going about our every day lives.
Be it starting off as strangers, friends, colleagues, neighbours, or even flings
The characters are caught by surprise in one way or another
And they will want to spend time together, do romantic things and progress further.

It's all a matter of configuration, really, I think.
How you play your character, the scenario the lovers met, the subsequent encounters,
It may be just one small different thing you do this time,
Like being brave and express your love,
It will change your ending.

A game of love,
which most of us have played, are playing or shall be playing.
Our love stories may all be different.
Maybe you wish that your love story is more exciting or inspiring enough to be engrave into your hearts forever,
But remember:
Every character is different,
Every love is unique,
Every ending is beautiful.