The One I Can Never Resist: An Open Love Letter




So, I have a confession to make. I'm in love! Have been for a long time now.

I thought I could resist you, stop thinking about you, forget you...
Alas, you pulled me right into your clutch with your irresistible magnetism and I've surrendered completely to your allure. 
Not a day goes by without me yearning to touch you, to feel you, to savour you, to devour you! 
And I can feel your mocking, smug smile. 
You know you have me hooked; it delights you and feeds your arrogance. You have won me over and you know it all too well and now you are basking in self-importance. 
But I'm oblivious to your cockiness. 
All my well-wishers warn me that I'm getting addicted, that you are not right for me, that you are a danger to my very well being.
I don't pay heed to their words although deep down, I know that they are right, that I should walk away from you and never look back but I can't!

OH, SALTED POTATO CHIPS!!!! YOU ARE MY ONE TRUE LOVE AND I LOVE YOU WITH EVERY SINGLE CELL IN MY BODY

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