game of throes

I know of people who spend a life attached to some one ... giving it their best, bending their will to the other's pleasures, saying the things they have been told that the other wants or likes to hear (usually by well meaning friends who know the couple well) ... changing behavior to appear to be the thing they desire (again at the advice of friends) ... playing all the roles in and out of bedroom that they know this person wants them to play ... all that effort yet know that the person's heart has never and will never belong to them ... at best, they will get the person's companionship and their commitment and maybe their gratitude and maybe even their faithfulness ... but never their heart ... that must be a painful way to live and love ... to spend life with someone out of fear and habit and never know love must be painful when one looks back at ones life

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