That day we woke up in Vegas, I knew you were scared. I’d been scared too, but not because we’d gotten married. I’d felt like…like I’d just walked by a winning slot machine that was spitting quarters. I’d done nothing to deserve it, but I knew I needed to hold on to them for as long as I could. I didn’t know when the machine would stop, how long it would keep giving them, and I could already feel the cold metal slipping through my fingers, but I still held on, and…it wasn’t fair to do that. It wasn’t fair to you.
