A Game Called Love

Love is like a game of chess.

You're white. He's black.

You wait for him to make a move, while staring into his handsome, melting-you-on-the-inside eyes, then realize what a dummy he is to not tell you straight out to go first.

The beginning is the crush stage. You begin to realize how much you want to defeat him, or make him fall in love with you.

By the time you get to the heat of the game, you both moved and are hopefully dating. If you haven't forfeit then because you don't want to be cheated on, you make another move- head on shoulder, hand holding, etc.

Black makes another move-he gives you his jacket on a freezing night. By the endgame, he either realizes how stupid he was to play with you and forfeits, or he realizes how smart you are and lets you defeat him (and love you).

By the time you win, you're married to him. A happily ever after game of chess.

― Amrita Ramanathan

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