Play games with me; I’m more accustomed to that. I’ll relate better. That’s what I’ve gotten used to so I’ve learned to play.
I’ve come to expect for you to lie, play games, and not give me your all. I’ve gotten used to giving parts of me, not all of me.
I’ve gotten quite good at it I guess. Time and experiences have a way of changing you. Like I said, I’ve gotten used to games so I’ve learned to play too.
You see the same thing over and over so you expect that the next will also be the same. You expect that he’ll give you ½, but not all. You expect that he will adore you but not fall madly in love.
You expect what you’re used to. You expect what you’ve seen time and time again. You’ve played games so long that you expect that everyone’s playing one big game.
What happens when someone comes along that’s not playing? I don’t know. I’m learning as I go.