I love the fallibility of our humanness. Insecurity is a precious sign of vulnerability. But I have no patience for head games. They exhaust me. I have no interest in being pulled into them. I will not return a serve or counter a volley. You will find the other side of the net empty except a racquet that was never picked up. I will love you enough not to play. |
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