Fact is: love is like a blind blackjack. You hit; the card is given to you face down. You hold on to it no matter how much its value is, but, if you’re a tad curious (just a little bit) you’ll leave that first love and hit again. And you’ll keep playing the game. Sweating through the tension of each bet, considering the odds (forever considering the odds), 'What if you are winning?’, 'What if you already won it?’, 'What if you lost everything?’, 'Can I undo this?’? Anxiety rushing to your temples. And you keep hittin’, keep livin’, keep lovin’, 'til all cards are revealed at the very end of our lives.