Do you remember when we still had recess? I miss those days of slides, four square jungle gyms and the infamous game of tag. The rules are simple, run around until the child deemed ‘it’ catches and tag you. The role of chasing rather than being chased bouncing around to the different players.
(I’m such a metaphor nerd)
Sometimes it really does feel like you play games of tag in life, with simple things such as that time you called someone, left a message, they called you back, left you a message and this cycle continues until you finally reach each other. Tag also occurs with more important things in life, such as relationships.
I guess (referring to more childhood related metaphors here) it’s the good old circle up for story time again.
There’s this guy (oh look, a cliché) and he liked me, a lot. It got a little annoying mostly because I didn’t really have feelings for him. Lucky for him, he was quite the sweetheart and he grew on me. I began to fall for his cute little compliments, and it happened, I actually liked him back. This lasted a little while, but that can’t be the end of the story, I’m writing about it obviously. He was it, he chased me, and I ran, he caught me, I was it, and I chased him back. No Catch. This really is a repeat of my childhood. I was very slow, therefore never winning tag and never catching anyone back
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I'm gonna throw down some lyrics here that just simply work ...
"And I raised my hand as if to show you that I was yours
That I was so yours for the taking
I was so yours...for the taking. " -from 18th floor balcony by Blue October
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