I'm game

It is strange, the way people come and go in and out of your life in a flash. Everyone that has come into my life whether they stayed in it or not has taught me something. Some people just passed by, leaving nothing but a vague impression on the snow, rubbed out by the blizzard. Others stayed frozen forever in time, etched painfully or gracefully into my mind.
I once started a story, about two kids who were in love, some light years ago, it was not a very happy one, it went something like this
    "once upon a time, there was a boy, a very handsome boy, full of talent and enthusiasm, a boy who had been slapped in the face by lives heavy hand,, and lashed with her harsh words, a boy who had been through many hardships but still stood nonetheless. A boy with dreams as big as stars and goals as high as the clouds.
His eyes were like two clear blue bottomless mirrors to his beautiful soul and he had a smile that could crumble the strongest of hearts with its pure sincerity.
And then there was a girl, young and pretty,  innocent and naive. Lost in the thoughts that overclouded her head, with a pen in her hand at all times, using it to escape this world through the one she created on paper.
She looked at life as an adventure she couldn't wait to go on.
As predicted life threw them in each others path in the strangest of ways. And their story began. No it was no fairytale, it had no happily ever after at the end, it had no end.
Yes, they fell in love, at least she did, very much so, painfully too much. He was no knight in shining armour and she was no damsel in distress. There were no romantic grand gestures and dreamily happy love bubbles. There was just reality, sure they had good times and memorable moments but they soon went by.
Their story dragged on for months, until, one day like all others, it came to an abrupt halt. The curtain fell, the play was over, the applauds were muffled like her tearful sobs as she watched him walk away without looking back.
And just like that another chapter came to an apparent end, life went on, winter was still heavy, cold like her heart, wet like her tear stained eyes. But the weather warmed up soon enough, spring came and with it, it brought hope.
The ink-stained pages kept turning with his name being mentioned less and less, his memory slowly faded into another forgotten drawer of her mind.
Fights, anger, betrayal, took the place of soft caresses, whispered endearments and passionate embraces, until a final much needed goodbye took place in the most awful of circumstances. A whole book composed by one too many chapters closed and was tossed away.
The end"
Or was it?
Feelings have been long lost in the fire, everything is different now, our desires, ambitions, goals, lives, personalities. We are different people now. Yes! Our story was over long ago, there is nothing left to salvage. Was our connection lost in time, or is it a timeless connection?
Maybe it is, or maybe not, this time I am not willing to find out, I am not willing to give, I am not able to try. Whether or not that chapter is bound to re open, my hands will stay away from that book, my hands are off the table. It was no fairytale, no, it will never be. It's a never ending cycle of insanity. As Einstein once said "the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again expecting a different outcome". I may be insane, but I am not expecting a different outcome, and I definitely do not want same one, the is no more anger to pull from, no more fights left in me, no more patience in my system.
This is not my fight anymore, it hasn't been in ages.You wanna play?I make the rules.
 It's your fight now..
 Your move, I'm game!