Damaged and Defective

(i photographed this pic from a movie. hopefully i'll attempt to paint it soon)
As i woke this morning around 3 am , I barely rubbed the last lingering moments of sleep out of my eyes when i read a message that woke me up. I realized that love (or "like" the idea that you're entranced by an individual) is a cruel game that we all play. I know it's has been displayed on tv for the world to see because it has all the things that draw people to continue to tune in. The two player attempt to match up together in a win or you lose situation. . There's no half way point where the judges will have the final ruling because there are no gray areas. When you win, you win huge. The world smile at you and shakes you hand but when you lose. That's a totally different story all together. They thank you for coming out to play and hand you parting gifts. Without ever knowing it, you've heard internally "you've won embarrassment, as well as a unlimited supply of sleepless nights, the 2 in one product regret and bitterness, plus endless tears and all of these things are brought to you by Depression!" The crowd claps and you walk off the stage wondering what you will do next.
On a similar note i spoke with a co-worker yesterday about her love life. She told me about the conversation she had with a guy she was seeing. He confessed his love for her and she told me "well why don't you hold onto those words for a later time" because it's too soon. I chucked at the fact that what she said to the guy was harsh. Behind my laugh was i knew the truth, she really wasn't that crazy about him as he is about her. I've been given and gave similar speeches before and it stings no matter how it comes across.