A food-as-love analogy. Plus diarrhea. You're welcome!

I don't know why I can't stop thinking about him, we've been broken up over two years. Its not like I think about him every day. But the days I do let my mind wander back to thoughts of him are random, unpredictable and hard to stop. Much like diarrhea. The really sick thing is I know we're better apart than we were together, I know we were incompatible, and it's time to move along. However, I haven't found anything that compares to what we had. Sad but true.

Even though we were all wrong for each other, and ended in the most anticlimactic way possible, I still pine for what I had. Not necessarily in a "he's the one that got away" sense but...OK, food analogy time: Let's say I had a piece of cake. Cake was pretty good, based on what I'd experienced so far. I spent a long time enjoying the cake, getting to know its intricacies and then one day the cake was gone. I wasn't quite sure how to feel about it at first. I missed the cake but had a feeling something wasn't right with this particular cake. Then someone explains, that wasn't real cake. You had imitation, cheap cake masquerading as real cake. Sorry about that! I promise, one day you'll have REAL cake and you'll know it's the real thing and it will last forever. It will be bottomless cake and it will taste like cake's supposed to and not give you diabetes and you'll know why no other cake will do!

I'm still sitting at the table, holding my fork, waiting and ready for the real cake...