I keep losing the lottery. No, not the game where I can win millions to spend, invest and donate. I’m speaking of love.
This love lottery involves my heart being shattered into millions of pieces and being given away to men who have no clue how to keep it secure and re-invest it in our relationship. No matter how many times I play, I lose. The millions of pieces are being spent on selfishness and wasted promises. You would think, by now, I would be an expert on how to win at love. Keep my heart intact and make smarter investments.
But love is a game of chance, just as winning the lottery is too. The more you play, the better your chance to win. You have to be in it to win it. I guess I’ll keep playing and hope for the winning combination. I’ll take my chances.