The Game

They say don't hate the player, hate the game, but I've gotta admit, sometimes I love the game.

The game drives me, like most women (and maybe some men) crazy. I hate waiting for a call, or in this case, text. (I know that those of you who read He's Just Not That Into You have some predetermined notions in your head, but this situation is not like that, I swear). 

I hate missing him. I hate not knowing what I am actually missing. 

I hate not knowing what comes next, and I hate being stuck somewhere between having a crush and feeling crushed. 

The game makes me tired. It makes me weary and skeptical and sometimes miserable. 

But when it's all over and done, winning the game just feels so damn good, it's SO worth the play.