|my former love|
I miss you. But like any other bad relationship, I had to cut you loose.
It's always the same thing with us. I'm drawn in by your delicate sweetness and so I commit to you mind, body, and soul.
But you always betray me.
5 lbs. 10lbs.
Where will it stop?
Type II Diabetes? Root canal? Obesity?
Cupcake, I love you, but we're just not right for each other.
I've already moved on to mini cinnamon rice cakes and things are going so well, I've practically forgotten what you look like.
So please, do us both a favor and stay away.
A slightly less plump Mrs. Miscellanea