I know we have had a lifelong love affair. I need you and you give me so much. There is no doubt who holds the balance of power in our relationship.
Last week, at the grocery store, I deliberately did not buy much of you. Sure, there were still a few bag of chips, but they were the "healthy chips". I didn't buy any pure candy, the ones loaded with sugar and all sorts of chemicals. No chocolate. No potato chips heavily loaded with all sorts of bad fats. I even bought only fruit drinks that were pure diet.
I instead bought all sorts of seeds, designed to make me better. But they aren't you. I know that now. You give me something they never could. A rush. A sugar rush. You taste great for a reason: You are great. Nothing approaches the level of satisfaction only you can bring me. You are my Sugarmate. Every time I look at them or eat them, I only think of you. How great it is to be with you.
I just want to let you know that my brief "fling" with the seeds was just that, a fling. I broke it off last night. I realized that they gave me nothing. They are so empty. No calories. No taste. No zip. No pleasure. I now see that running to them in the thought that "the grass was greener" was a huge mistake. Will you take me back?
I know. I'm sorry. I tossed you away like yesterday's garbage. It was wrong of me to do so. I know that now. Wednesday came and I began to miss you so. Terribly so. I knew I had to wait until Friday, grocery day, to make it up to you.
But now Friday is here. I think of you all the time. You are forever in my thoughts. So much so, I can literally taste it. Literally.
Tonight is grocery shopping night. I will attempt to make it up to you. Please take me back. Say you will. Please. I beg of you.
My lips miss your sweetness. My hands long to hold you. My heart is all yours. I am truly devoted to you and only you.
Please. Take me back. I need you. I love you. I must have you. You mean everything to me. There has been no greater love in my life. I will do anything for you. Just say the word. When I say anything, I mean anything. Whatever it takes, I must have you back.
Tasteless in Toronto