It is another boring night at the tables, hearts keep coming... But on this particular evening, their king has proven elusive.
It is 3:20 am, more than an hour has passed since I spoke for 5 “glorious” minutes with the man I love. Yes, I said LOVE! And of course, doesn't love me back, or at least not any longer, or... Dunno about anything anymore! To tell you the truth, I don't even know if he even did a little! Does any girl in my position ever knows? It's a long story. Let's leave it there.
I know it is stupid, but love is that way. It is impossible to make sense out of love! I guess, it isn't much different with the cards.
Started so well! Until he popped online... I was winning. I mean, really dominating the table! Then, after going over today's Euro Cup results with him, he asks me the same fucking question he's been fucking asking me for months now! And that really threw me off!
I had just gone all in with a full house, against one of those poker brats that think playing is all about who bets the most... and of course I won, plus made a statement about it! I was happy. Saying hello to him brought me luck, or so I thought. Cause then came that hateful question... Why does he wanna know where I am? WHY! He never does anything about it! I could fucking be next to him, or facing him. and just the same... NOTHING would ever happen! NOTHING!!!!!
So what's the point, REALLY! Meanwhile, he got me so steamed up that I started betting like a preschooler, knowing I was gonna loose. But, that's exactly what I wanted. I wanted to loose! He left me so numb that I needed to do something to feel alive once more... Just so, he can do it to me all over again next time he pops online and... I dare to say hello expecting a different outcome.
Good night, and good luck! Going back to the tables.
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