She gambled her heart in a poker game of emotions, bluffing against reality. Now, all she holds are empty cards, and the casino of love has closed its doors.
She believes the oven timer is a magical force field that prevents burnt cookies. Our smoke detector disagrees. Ah, the power of wishful thinking in the kitchen.
She juggled fire and called it warmth, a foolish woman enamored by the illusion of passion, oblivious to the burns that would scar her heart in the aftermath.