Whenever I see my love I’m able to circumvent it for a short time, until my yearning becomes uncontainable. Then I find it overwhelming and must satisfy my craving. I know this passion is detrimental to my cerebral procedures.

     The emotion called love is a mystery to me, but its affects are well known. I believe my love is an addiction. Once I get close to my love, I can never get enough. I absorb the scent, texture, colors, and the way my love is prepared for me.

      We met In Cancun Mexico for a six day rendezvous and from the first day I couldn’t get enough. My overpowering desires carried me through three days of unremitting contentment and fulfillment. The sun rose on the fourth day and something had changed. My cerebral processes started functioning again and showed me my unrequited love cared less what I thought. When I was in the presence of my love, her scent no longer attracted me, her made up colors no longer enticed me and the sight of my love became only a reminder of my foolishness.

      Again the sun rose and it was day five of my rendezvous. I tried to avoid my love by heading straight to the beach. I was constantly reminded of my love by the scent of others and a deep yearning in my stomach that I couldn’t resist. I went to visit my love and pleased myself by gratifying every desire I had. Afterwards I was filled with regret for not having resisted my urges.

      No sun today, as the sky is filled with rain clouds on this my sixth day. I had no desire to be with my love today. When I boarded the flight home I knew I was cured, of my uncontrollable love of food.