My Last Chance

Or is it?

I sincerely believe that my friend and I will marry and have kids in some grandiose house that fairytales are made of. But this is real life. And I like to think realistically.

Realistically, I don't know what the future holds for the two of us. I don't even know if there is a us. I do know that I want her, and she wants what she can't have, and I may or may not be that want, but I do look to satiate her every need.

But what can I do when she's faking and feinting with the ball in her hand? She's about as consistent as Kobe Bryant was in Game 5 of the NBA Finals last night. You just don't know what you're going to get from her.

I want to get the MVP--to show up in the big moments.

She's the Most Valuable Person to me. At times can she can the Most Vindictive, but I digress.

I don't want the clock to wind down and have her miss her coronation.

With the world against us, a team of two in love can overcome any defense.

There's no I in team.

Song of the day: Marvin Gaye - My Last Chance

http://www.zshare.net/audio/13701828e9cf5fea/