My heart aches for you the way my stomach growls for food.
I've skipped three meals and three months of your love.
I'm giving up food the way I gave up on you.
You skipped meals the way you skipped our dates.
If I deprive myself, maybe I will be beautiful.
If I am beautiful, maybe this crazy relationship will rekindle.
But I mean, why did we think it could ever work?
Because an asexual/******, borderline/antisocial, Indiana/Florida relationship will never work.
I just should give up.
I'll forget you eventually, I'm sure.