And I hold on to the only thing that keeps you close to me with a white knuckle grip. It was always just a stupid game to me; but, you loved it. So, I watched wanting to see why it made you light up. In the end, I loved you more and the game made me feel connected to you. The day came where you had to leave me to save yourself. So, I clung to the game. Every game I watched I thought of you watching too. It helped me make it through your absence. A year and a half later you returned and the game was less important to me because I had you. But, once again you have left to save yourself. So, here I am again. Loving a game to keep you with me. Failing myself in letting you go.