Tug of War

As I sat on the bus and stared out the window, I came up with this: "Love is like tug of war. You need two people to tug & fight on each side to keep the the game going. Once one player gives up & walks away, the other continues to fight.. but falls. When you have both of them put down the rope & walk away, the game is over."

Oh, the irony...

Clearly, there was only one person fighting to keep the game going... but of course, I fell.
What do I do? Do I give up?
I remind myself to just leave the past in the past... but I continue to drag it along.
You know the feeling, when you want something (..anything?) to happen with someone, but they absolutely have no interest in you? It just makes you want to give up.

But on the brighter side, I regained the best friend I was missing for a while... Sure, I lost a couple of things in the process of, such as the ability to take a shower and two hours of sleep, but in the end it all worked out. What a beautiful friendship. ♥