When you have a woman who you love, but you know its the most unhealthy thing, what should you do? Leave the issue alone, and suffer, or love her and suffer?

I spoke to her today, and she said “I love you” when we said goodbye, and it just seared into me. It was like the noise of the stereo just vanished (Pink’s Funhouse: Tour Edition, by the way - how “dykey” of me) and the peppers that were frying on the stove weren’t sizzling. I know that sounds melodramatic of me but that’s how it felt. After we got off the phone, I couldn’t help but drop the phone, and myself to the floor, and let loose the sobbing which defines a woman in love. 

Needless to say the peppers were well overdone.