G is for game.

You had surprisingly little game when we first became acquainted with one another, and even less game now. That we met due to a silly game tickles me to no end, because you have always been a great cultivator of irony. We've accidentally hurt each other, deliberately sought to wound the other. How we've remained close after nearly a decade of comings, goings, circlings is a mystery to us both. But you were always my confidante, and I've never once hesitated in confessing my sins to you. Even when you were the victim.