Stories, Poems, and Dreams

I won.

I didn't mean to.
I didn't even really /want/ to.
It's not exactly a game you play to win.
In fact, if you play this game, it's /ideal/ if you lose.

I told you I would.
You laughed at me. Told me there was no chance.
But, in my few years and yet many games played, there's only been one who was able to outplay me.
Only one who could outlast me.
Only one who could beat my beating heart.
And losing to him - no
Telling him that I had lost -
That was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do.
It hurt more than he'll ever know.
More than he'll ever ask to know.
But I digress.

You could have beaten me.
When you told me you'd win, I could almost let myself believe you.
You played harder than I've seen almost anyone play.
You used my own tactics against me to defeat me.
And many a time, it worked.
For a while, we traded wins and losses.

That's the worst part, I think.
The game was supposed to last forever, no matter who won, who lost. When one of us won, the game started over again. It was always supposed to.
Then, one day, you stopped it.

One day, I won for the very last time.

Oh, but dear reader, perhaps you are confused.
This poem is meant for someone who
I don't think is you
But I doubt they'll ever read it.
Perhaps you are wondering what game I am so good at.
What game I hate winning so much, yet I still play the best and the hardest I possibly can.

It's a simple game.
The rules are few and easy to understand.
The gameplay can vary from smaller steps to HUGE plays that no one saw coming, sometimes not even you.
The name is self-explanatory,
And Hel, you may have played it before.
Even worse - like me, you may have won it before. And if you did, I'm so sorry, because there is a great pain in that.

The game in question is called "I Love You More."

I love with my whole heart.
With everything I am.
And I've won this game almost every time.

But this latest win... this one hurts the most.