'Those Wicked Games We Play'

Those wicked games we play. Wicked games we play for love.
Such fools we are for what we wish for, when anything can be and anything can happen.
Life is a path of unpredictability and love will always be something no one can ever explain, but rather feel and live for. But when do you draw the line between love and infatuation?

I caught myself thinking about the sacrifices we frequently make for 'love' to have and keep what is unattainable. The hunger for what one can't have 'the fobbiden fruit of desire'.
Those unfufilled desires that drive us nuts and passionate for life, where we risk it all, with no regrets at all. And the fear and risk of loss, the passion and desire, all for a ceaseless love.

And from time to time, we are drawned into the past, hunted by our memories wishing for those that we once hold on to, to come back and those memories once more to become a present reality.
Why do we often desire for the past to be our present as the future passes right infront of us?

When it comes to love, how often do we tend to think and retrace the course of our relationships, always over analyzing  what could have been said and done?

We need to learn to swim out of the dark whole of the what if's, before we miss out on the opportunities of the present. I belive in love, as a state of mind where you draw your ideas outside the line. 

Don't play it safe, play it kind be yourself and you shall find.