Why do you have to be so goddamn perfect? Just why?
I know I’ve been absent lately, I even fondled around with some of your friends that one weekend not too long ago. Hell, I fell for that amazing chocolate-cake friend of yours but as soon as your sweet tastiness touched my lips again, I swear it’s over and I’ll never love a cake more than you. We’ll just remain good friends, chocolate-cake and me. After all, it wasn’ that serious, unlike you and me.
I admit that I pay for your, I never make you from scratch, except that one time, years ago but it was a disaster. Do you remember? Maybe I should try it again but I’m afraid I’d ruin it again. I’m good at baking but you’re perfect the way you are.
Now I finally have you again, downstairs in the kitchen. You’re still a little bit frozen in the middle but I like you that way. I’m impatient, you know? As soon as you’re mine, I can’t wait to rip open that carton you come in and dive right into your deliciousness but I usually have to pace myself until you’re at least a little bit unfrozen so I’m able to cut you into pieces.
Seeing your perfect circle makes me dizzy, the butterflies in my stomach begin to flutter with anticipation and I’m anxious to cut you, to hurt you but it’s how we roll. You lie there, perfect and all, to let me take advantage of your helplessness. And I do, out of love.
Love for your tasty filling, that is so soft and creamy, just everything you wish for in a cheesecake. I wan’t our love affair to never end! Do you hear me?
I know our relationship had up’s and down’s over the years but I also know you’re the one. I love you, I crave you and your powers to make me feel wholesome again when I’m lost in a world of pain. Every good feeling I feel deeper and happier when you’re there with me. So…
Will you marry me?