I love you like kings love queens, like a gay geneticist loves designer jeans, I need you like New Orleans needs a drought, like, Hitler’s father needed to learn to pull out, and, I want you like a lawyer/mathematician wants some kind of proof, and I want you,
yeah like JFK wanted a car with a roof. Because, love is taking that dive and then getting really comfortable and peeing in the pool, and, love is real life porn, minus all the stuff that makes porn cool, and, love is a homeless guy, searching for treasure in the middle of the rain, and, finding a bag of gold coins, and, slowly finding out they’re all filled with chocolate, and, even though he’s heart broken he can’t complain because he was hungry in the first place.
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[many sad faces]