It's an awkward romance. You give me what I want, what I need. But I always want more. Sometimes, I have such a strong craving for you, it's unbearable. I get physically sick, dizzy, spaced out. Then, when I get too much of you, I have the same symptoms.
Sometimes I spend so much time with you that afterward I am hungover, sick, and heartbroken.
Sometimes you're hot, sometimes you're cold. You are always indifferent. You could be with me, you could be with anybody else. But I don't care.
Sometimes I work so hard for you, I dress you up, shower you with trinkets and decorations. Sometimes you return the favor, you warm me, comfort me.
Some romantic relationships follow a natural progression, leading to marriage and a growing family. Oh, you've given me growth, and plenty of it.
I spend half my time loving you and half of it hating your existence. I throw you out, you come back.
Damn you food, can't we just be friends?
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