- " In chess, the smartest player wins,
In love, the smartest player usually leaves.
I came to the chees center because it's the only place in New York where overthinking is considered a skill.
It was a room full of people pretending to focus on the board when everyone was just playing out their last relationship in 46 squares or fewer.
I wasn't planning to play .. I just stood there holding a knight, like maybe it could explain the last 7 years of my love life.
SPOILER: it couldn't.
He never played chess .. he probably would have said that it was "too quiet " , " too slow " , " too honest " , but he was everywhere:
In the ticking, in the silence.
On the verge of me, who still believes heartbreak should come with a scoreboard.
It turns out I don't miss him .. I just miss having someone to lose to.
And maybe that's the whole point .. we don't want to win, we just want to prove we were worth playing. "