What we find with pathological gamblers is that they have this uncontrollable urge to gamble. Ideally, it would be nice to discover a drug that would reliably interrupt that urge.

I brush her hair back from her forehead. "You need to stop worrying about everything that can't be controlled." She signs and leans away from my hand, "That's just it, though. It's all I can think about anymore. It's like this fixation I have no control over which makes no sense because Im fixated on controlling the uncontrollable." She's breathing wildly. Shit. I need to calm her down.

Oh, this is going to be nice.

Love is like a fire, he decided. You could try to control it, but it wasn't always possible. Sometimes the flames burned you and sometimes they just warmed you from the inside out.

He lies to himself the way he lies to me. He believes this. He actually believes that he was good to me.

Quit while you're ahead. All the best gamblers do.