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Losses roll off her shoulders, but when she beats me, she gleefully rubs it in.
“So I’m a game to you?” It’s not an accusation; it’s a clarification. “No, not a game. You’re the one.” “Which one?” “The only one in the world.”
“Everyone else is a piece. A pawn, a knight, a king. Not you.”
It’s so obvious when you think about it. It’s brilliant, really, and so messed up. A man dangles love. The girl leaps. She does what he wants. He castigates her for it. And then he dangles love again. How much higher will she leap? Because she has no other choice, right? If she wants what he’s offering? There are only two choices. Accept being unloved. Or try harder.
A sudden weakness seeps down my limbs, like in a dream when you want to run but you can’t move your body.
D4. D5. C4. That’s the Queen’s Gambit.
D4. D5. C4. The Queen’s Gambit. Sacrifice a pawn. Secure control of the center of the board. It’s a common move. Predictable. Give up something worth little to gain an advantage.
That’s what’s wrong with the criminal mind. Limited.”
“You know the difference between a psychopath and a sociopath?” “I have no idea.” “People talk about levels of aggression, mimicry, those sorts of things. But if you read about it, ultimately, it comes down to whether you can care about another person.
He doesn’t love me despite my checkered past, my weaknesses, my mess and my desperation. He loves me with them.
