'The Letters I've Never Sent.'- #2

9.6.11

To the master of the game,

I think we secretly enjoy this dangerous game. The one where we have a rhythmic series of highs and lows until one of us blows our top and some one ends up dead and alone? Yeah--we enjoy this. The drama and anticipation of not knowing who's turn is next, the anxiety of what it will take to bring your next high and what you must do to prevent your next low.

We love it. We can't get enough of it. We live for the drama...it's the only excitement left in this strange, never-moving-forward relationship. And you always think you're winning--but you really should consider investing in the long term.

You see every little loss I have up front gets added to the bag of my future gains. Just one step closer.. All the L's I've gained mean nothing next to your W's--but they will. It's all a part of a much larger plan, one that involves such a huge loss that neither of us really wins--we just go on as though nothing happened.

Except one thing.

We lose each other. The blows that I've taken are just adding to the bag. You're slowly losing me though it seems I've already lost you. But if the game stays on track, we'll be playing again soon, but will we?

Just keep adding to the bag. A loser can only handle so much defeat. Then our retaliation will be sweet. Nice guys finish last but good girls will always win. Keep that in mind.

So what's our next game? Texas Hold Em? Think you can call my bluff? I got a mean poker face. Or maybe you're more interested in the luck of the draw--I'm always up for a quick round of black jack.

But again be advised, my losses are part of a much bigger plan. And I'm sure you're dying to know. In time my friend, the game's only just begun.

Tag, you're it.