He liked the game of love. But he didn’t like the chase. He didn’t like to fight to get you back. It was to much. He didn’t like you chasing him back. He just loved the game. If the game was there he was willing to play. But he wasn’t in the mood to search for the game. He just wanted to be a player. And let the game come to him. The game always ended and it never lasted. He never cared enough to search he just wanted the high of starting and ending the game. As if he passed a level and went higher up in the game. And he kept going as if he thought he was going higher and higher. Until he realized that he was never beating the game. It was all an escape of forever being alone. He didn’t want to fight for something he knew wasn’t gonna last. So he treated love like a game so he wouldn’t have to fight for it and date whoever. So he could never be so alone. That is what he called the game of love.
