there is something about putting all your eggs, apples, peaches or pears even, in one basket. the risk...the terrible terrible risk.. the thrill... the thrill that makes your blood rush at the very thought of what could be yours... and the fear, the fear that in one moment, it can all go away...no questions asked.
there is something so pathetic about wanting something as badly as i wanted this. i still want it, and as much as i try not to, i still have this tiny bit of hope left in me that i will get it. i know i'm setting myself up for more disappointment, but then, thats my thing isnt it...