Wednesday, January 4, 2012
My Dearest Secret Love;
I have no idea as to how long we have played this dangerous game nor how we ever met, too much time has passed. Our secret rendezvous have become the meaning of my life and I have found myself craving you more and more.
There are those who gossip behind your back and what they say is never good. You are enchanting and prey upon the weak. Lure them in, fill them with goodness and then, slowly break their heart. This is not the love I know or is it?
When I look back on our rendezvous meetings maybe it is? Our time together always begins with a cordial greeting and then my hands go to work. I caress you gently not caring one iota about all your imperfections. But the way you have begun to look at me gives me cause to ponder the gossip.
It is always I who turn up the heat when things get cold between us. It is always I who lather edibles on your imperfect body so my tongue can later remove. It is always I who prod you for more when you think you have given all you can. There seems to be a lot of “I’s” here my love.
For this reason I have begun to doubt our relationship, I doubt the intent within your heart and mine. I Googled you my love, sorry but I had to know the truth.
Truth is the gossip was real. You are no good for me and yes, it is only a matter of time before you break my heart, literally. For this reason I am changing the locks on my door and saying farewell to you.
I know this will come as a shock but you will heal. I, on the other hand will need time. So for my sake do not try to reach me, I will contact you if I’m so inclined.
And my secret love… his name is Mr. Baked Potato. Do not get mixed up with him.