The Dramatic of love

I look at the creamy butter and remember your tender expressions: "I love you; I love you; can’t you hear me? I declared my affection for you." Saying "I love you" feels like a ritual, repeated endlessly by those who fail to realize that a ritual only has significance when there is true belief in the core of love. The creamy butter seems so appealing in contrast to your behavior, your promise. It presents a variety of flavors, while you, on the other hand, appear to have lost your vitality. I am finished with your infidelity, your knack for seeing through your deceptions. She has already informed me that she is four months along. Consider your words carefully before you speak about loving me;