I told her about the 1v5 on Inferno.
How I planted the bomb on B with just 4 HP left,
how I hid behind the sandbags while the timer was my only ally.
She said that wasn’t love,
but I saw more than enemies in the AWP scope — I saw my reflection.
I told her how my team left me alone,
but I didn’t let them down,
I told her about the perfect clutch,
the flick shot on Dust2 through the smoke,
the years of eco rounds,
the days without a defuse kit,
and still, I held the line.
She didn’t understand.
But every round… I was opening my heart.

Good thing I’ve got the boys, otherwise I would’ve peeked with no utility and the AWP upside down