This is a whole new ball game (wow @ the sports lingo, Sarah). I am usually too fond of slipping in and out of people's lives, pulling disappearing acts whenever I desire. Not to say I won't be there at a beck and call, but it is in my nature to hold the door open and let people go when they want to leave. For you... I set my ego aside (and shit you... you know I am a bucket of pride) and I tried to pull you back in. Stringing you back in once was a difficult thing for me to do; god damn your ephemeral feelings. Damn your fickle mind, or maybe it was never fickle - you were just bad at expressing your emotions. Well then, damn that. Once bitten twice shy - now that you've slipped away from within my grasp again, I'm not going to be the fool that reaches out a second time. 

I've realised that the chase wasn't - no, isn't - worth the prize. Much like a game of tug and war, so what if I win if all I end up with is bloodied knees and bruised palms and the end of a fraying old rope? There is no need to be a victor when the victory proves to be only a pyrrhic one.