You were finished, so I retreated. You’re not hurt. Please don’t tell yourself you are.
Now you’re where my heart was. No, you didn’t steal it. I told you it was at the bottom of the ocean. I lifted it out and handed it to you. Why? Because I wanted to see if I was wrong. I was. You should derive a certain satisfaction in reading those words.
I will never admit to your face what you’ve done to me…
I’ve blinked. I’m not like you. I know and understand that winning that game is to not outstare your opponent, but to show that the statue has come to life.