I realize that I could love him, but it would never work out.
He has a world, a place, and friends, and I have mine too.
And neither of us would give up anything for the other.

But seriously, what are we playing?

Maybe this little game called love we play is now becoming the waiting game.
Waiting for who's going to fall first, waiting for who's going to say 'i miss you first', and waiting to hurt first.

I win, only to lose.