Penguins do it, but could I do it? Getting on that plane was a hard decision and I must again force myself to choose…
Together we are a spinach and feta cheese triangle (both taste like crap on their own, but combined there’s a fusion of yumminess). Eating your words and spitting them back out. Feeling guilty about that bad thing you did. Feeling ‘gutted’.
Why the hell do we do this to ourselves? Some say love comes once in a lifetime, well, once is enough for me because a heart is a precious thing to waste.
He’s the most important person in my life. He is the vegemite on my toast, he is the sauce on my pasta, he is the feta with my spinach.
So then how could I give that up? How could I think of doing such a thing?
I wish that monogamy was never invented. I think to myself, ‘It’s not real, it’s artificial’. But the pain is real. He is the meatballs on my spaghetti all covered with cheese. I lost my poor meatball when somebody sneezed.
Seka Jankovic, Sydney
via Soma Magazin