Love, Deniz thought, would be much easier if it were like a game of Bavouche. There were good guys and bad guys, right actions and wrong actions. There was a clear objective, and the price of losing was intangible, false; didn't twist in his gut like guilt or shame or anger or lust.
Most importantly, there was always a do-over. You could learn from your mistakes and improve accordingly. No one held grudges, or judged you. No one threatened to disown you in a game of Bavouche.
He wanted something inconsequential, and he was slowly learning that that was impossible.
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G (giorgiakerr) wrote in no7_awz on May 16th, 2011 at 07:11 am