You Played Love Like A Game of Chess

You never meant for it to be this way. Eyes darting across the class, desperately trying to avoid eye contact, yet hoping to be seen. Your eyes meet his deep, chocolatey brown ones, then flit away. An endless game of tag.

No, you never meant for it to be this way. Because you weren't that kind of girl. The kind of girl that got butterflies, and a goofy smile at the sound of his name. You were the girl who played love like a game of chess. Strategic, calculated. You were a queen. Invaluable.

The idea that he could change it all... Well maybe that meant that you finally found your king.