I originally wrote this as a note in Facebook some time ago, but wanted to share this outside. For those who love fried chicken like me, we know that it’s not a meal, but an addictive and destructive relationship!
It’s been so long…you look good, and you smell good, too. My heart still shudders when I see you on TV or at the store, but you were never good for me, and I have to remember that. I’ve got a lot stronger now since I’ve been away. I’ve taken up healthier habits like cycling and baked chicken…and yet, you’re always around, and I can’t quite shake the thought of you.
I guess the problem is that I’d always regret you later, but in the heat of the moment, who cared? But I have to think long-term. It wouldn’t work out between us. I mean, you’d be instrumental in killing me if I made a commitment to you. That doesn’t sound like a healthy relationship to me.
I guess I’m writing this because it’s Tuesday, which was our day—I can get a leg and a thigh for under a dollar. And when I was riding my bike home from work today, you beckoned me from Frenchy’s, smelling sooooo good. You have no idea how hard it was to not stop in.
You’re everywhere, and what’s even more twisted is that the instrument of my new healthy habit—my bike—puts you within my reach even when my car isn’t available. I wanna pick you up. I can’t get enough of you. But I shouldn’t. Or should I? There you go again, mixing me up inside.
Maybe we can get together once in a long while. I dunno. We might go down a bad road again. I’m so hungry…