Love is someone to play the game with… to not be afraid of being rejected… so you open yourself up to that person and say “come to me”… “be real with me”… “I can handle it”… to not overthink it…

Love is a game of hide and seek until someone comes over and says “here I am”… “I’m not perfect but neither are you”… “and if you want we can be not perfect together for a while”…

In life we are the victims and beneficiaries of the unexplainable and we need to be able to accept that.

A Poem