It's Happening Again

I'm beginning to care--really care. And I know my heart will be broken along with thousands--maybe millions--of others. We'll be in that swirl of heady intoxication all summer, only to be brought low in September. We know we shouldn't. And yet we do. And we wait for the inevitable, knowing that once in a very long time the inevitable doesn't happen.

So we hope. We hope. We hope.