Sweetie,
Never has a Cassanova so entranced me until you, my sweet delicious cake-topper, nor has love ever found its path so quickly to my heart through my stomach. As if fate intended, there was just enough of you left over after icing those cupcakes. Just enough so that throwing you away would be like throwing away a treasure. A rare jewel plucked from the sea, like the one the old lady threw away at the end of Titanic.
For days now we’ve played this game. Spoons dug into your fleshy centre, bigger and bigger each time. They say each teaspoon of you is 100 calories, but I can’t help but wonder, how can you determine the caloric intake of deep adoration? How can I, a simple woman, be expected to win the battle of the love handles while also fighting the war of gooey lust?
The simple answer, as I have come to discover, is that I cannot. I will fight you no longer.
Instead, you will be mine until the very end, until the last scrapings of your sweetness are licked so clean from a spoon that I taste the metallic flavour of heartbreak.
Yours forever,
Kim
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