I’m afraid I’m becoming the party to invest more than my partner does…again. Some part of me just loves the gamble…almost unconsciously, I lay out more and more red and blue chips on the table.
It’s the hope, the hope of something so great you don’t even know exactly how great, it’s the hope. It’s a rush. It’s an expensive habit. It’s a lovely monster.
It rears its head and I beckon to its call before the roar even vibrates through the air. It's my drug and it's his power and it's their win.
It’s the goddamn hope.
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