I’m realizing that the phrase “If you love something, let it go” might be valid… I’m not sure if I can do this anymore. It’s just too hard. You look so good and I love how you smell. You provide me with that instant gratification that I crave, and I always leave feeling satisfied. But the truth is, you’re so bad for me. I just can’t do this to myself. You don’t know me and I have no clue of who you are. Me and you, you and I…we wan’t different things. I want to sit with you at 3 am talking. I want you to tell me what’s keeping you from sleeping. The dreams you keep having. Favorite foods, songs, and colors. What is your idea of God? Where do you see yourself in 5 years? But I know you can’t commit to one person. You leave me perplexed and my stomach in knots, yet I still come back for more. You don’t always treat me right and occasionally I wait around for you longer than I should. When all is said and done, too much of a good thing can be bad too.