Falling is a dangerous game

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Falling is a dangerous game.

And people would deny it. Love, is a dangerous game. That's the counter argument.

But what they don't know is that love is nothing but an emotion.

What the real game is you falling for someone.

The game is held when you are unknowingly falling.

Your soul has fallen.

That's when the game starts.

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"One day you'll find someone you love." That's what people said. They don't know when. But they said it. One day. The time that you meet someone to love. But that is an uncertainty. No one is ever sure about when or how you will meet someone you will love.

Because everything has always been figured out right after the things happened.

And that is what happened to me.

I realized that I loved someone after ten years later.

And that is when I realized I am crazy in love.

Josh was his name.

The guy with brown eyes, black hair and sexy fingers.

My best friend.

How long have we been friends? More than 10 years. I knew him when I was 7. But we actually became friends after the summer break of grade 5th.

What really funny is that I used to hate him. I was the quiet girl and he was the lousy boy.

"MARY!" I remember he shouted my name on the way back to home from school. I was walking on the pavement playing with the autumn leaves falling from the trees, thinking myself as a little princess walking down the aisle for some kind of ceremony. But he disturbed my little daydream with a call of my name.

"What?"

"Can you do me a favor?" he asked. I could still remember there was some chocolates on his teeth.

"What favor?" I asked. I noticed that I frowned as I spoke because I was probably thinking that he was such an annoying classmate.

"If Ms. Helen asked you where I went this afternoon, tell her that I went home." He asked me to lie to our homeroom teacher.

"Why? I know you went to play with Michael. I don't lie, Josh Ryan." I said and I walked away from him. I thought he would run after me and beg me to lie for Ms. Helen to avoid the punishment. But he didn't. I did not look back at him. I did not know why he did not try for the second time.

But I knew that I would lie for him if he asked me for second time.

That was one of his habit. Never tried for second time. He just let it go.

He could have tried talking to me twice when I was mad. He could have embraced me when I said I don't want to be with anyone.

He could have said "I will stay with you until you are okay." But instead, the phrases he always said were "Okay, then bye." "Text me when you are okay." "You can talk to me if you want."

You can talk to me if you want...

I wanted to. But how can I tell you when the one who made me cry was you?

Could haves. He could have tried to understand me. But he never did.

Jesus, Josh. You are making me angry every time I think of you.

Everything he does was the opposite of what I liked.

He is never punctual. He has never cared about what other feels. He does what he likes. And what he likes are mostly weird. He is smart. He is annoying. He is handsome. He is an asshole. He said he wants to be decent but all he does is changing girlfriends just as the weather changes so quickly.