Love isn’t my enemy…love is the one sustaining hope in a world of disappointing realities. Love is the one inspiration that seems to be an epiphany at every turn, no matter how it goes, for better or worse (maybe that’s why they put that phrase in the wedding vows). Nope, Love, even at it’s worst, is a marvelous thing. Sometimes I think it’s going to kill me, and at other times I can’t live without it. Life, on the other hand, can really be a bastard…not BEING alive, that’s almost always a winning hand, but life can be such a killjoy when it comes to love; the two are so inextricably connected. Life and all its issues can really screw up a perfectly wonderful love. But we have to play the hand we’re dealt in life, and love is usually in the ante. So we keep our cards close to the vest and play it cool, and once or twice in a lifetime, we find ourselves holding four hearts…waiting on that fifth card from the dealer, knowing the chances are slim, but raising the bet anyway we can to stay in the game…because sometimes, if we’re patient, and skillfully play the cards we have, we can stay in the game long enough to finally get that last heart, the one that makes it a flush…and we get the girl, or the guy, or the 143.00 in the pot.