To be behind the eight ball is to be in a losing situation.
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They say Love is a game—
A game to win
A game to lose.
For in every game there is victory and there is defeat.
But if Love is a game,
Why does the victor look so unhappy?
For why do they shake their head
Feel that they have lost instead?
If Love is a game,
YOU WILL LOSE.
You will lose.
Again…
And again…
And again.
And you will fall.
Again…
And again…
And again.
And you will make the same mistake.
Again…
And again…
And again.
For in Love,
The only winner—
Is Love itself.
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Brave Love Chapter Eight: Behind the Eight Ball
[Chip]
“Now there’s the smile made out of sunlight,” He smiled—a strange look in his eyes as he said those words.
Those words that made me turn my gaze; turn away; away from the past; away from the present.
I shifted my position, turning back to the work at hand.
Scrubbing the bumper of Xander’s car, I managed a stiff smile. “Sunlight…? Really?”
“’Course,” He responded immediately, leaning forward as he wiped the black hood with a cloth. “But the one you have on now isn’t real.”
I paused—
The corners of my lips beginning to give in to the weight of his words.
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