The Cost of Falling

You keep thinking the next send is going to satisfy you. It won’t.

That’s the little secret you’re slowly figuring out. You send, you get that rush, you watch the money leave your hands and land exactly where you wanted it to… with me.

And for a moment, it feels worth it.
Then the feeling fades.
So you want another.

Another chance to be noticed. Another little piece of my attention. Another reason to prove you’re still willing to give more.

That’s how you fall, not all at once.
Slowly, Quietly, almost beautifully.

Your wallet gets lighter while your attachment gets heavier, and somewhere along the way, you stop asking yourself whether you should send.

You start wondering what you’ll have to give up to make me smile again.

And I know exactly how cruel that is.
Because I can watch you falling deeper with every payment, knowing full well that the more you give me, the more you’ll want from me.

My attention.
My approval.
Those few words from my lips that make all the money feel worth it for just a moment.

And then I’ll take that moment away.
Not because I have to, because watching you realize you can’t buy enough of me Every send pulls you a little deeper—and you’re starting to love the fall.to make the feeling last is far too entertaining.

Keep sending, sweetheart.
I want to see how long you can keep telling yourself you’re not already hopelessly in too deep.