Tuesday, February 11, 2014

I am a pig. Love me anyway

This one is for you. Yes, you. Come on, you know who you are. 

No? You don’t know who you are? No matter, read on…

We spoke, we met, we clicked, we loved, we fucked and we loved some more. It was all good. Then, I dropped mustard on my shirt… And you had this look in your eyes. When I dropped Ketchup on my jeans you started to think that, maybe, just maybe, I was a pig.

You see, the thing about pigs is that they are one of the most intelligent animals out there. Yet, they love garbage. Its the way they are. Me, I tend to put drop sauces on myself. Mustard, Ketchup, Jus, cream pie… On myself. Continuously.

But, truth is, my dearest… I look at you the same way I look at Pizza. With lust, hunger and knowing that you will probably stain my shirt… I miss our late nights. I miss our time in bed watching television. I miss the times when we argued about this and that and couldn’t remember what this and that were. I miss the… closeness

But, It’s my fault. I should eat more slowly. Make an effort

In the end, my friend, my lover, my hero… Stay with me. Or better yet. Come back.

Herlock Sholmes