I think I’m psychic. Or it could be my close personal relationship with chocolate…my body starts humming whenever it appears.
That’s love…right? An almost unquenchable desire to take a bite out of something good. Yumm! But also a bit vampire-y and blood-lusty. See? What with the biting and the lusty and the over abundance of available chocolate, it’s a wonder anyone is getting ANY work done today. I know I’m not.
That question of who do you love most…bit of a bully question don’t you think? Comes across a bit demanding. Why not just “who do you love”…what’s with the “most?” What was I thinking?? I love many people in many different ways. I have categories and sub-categories. I have old loves and new loves. I have love/hate loves and lust loves. I have silly loves and serious loves.
No one should be expected to pick just one! But since it was me who picked the title and put it in the form of a question, I guess I’m obliged to give you an answer if I expect you to give me one. So here goes.
Who do I love most in the whole world? That would have to be…me.
What’s not to love most?
I’m funny. I’m smart. I’m beautiful. I’m sexy. I look great in skinny jeans. I’m kind. I’m caring. I’m sympathetic. I give good shoulder when tears are falling. I’m a great hugger. I’m a great lover. I give good shoulder massage. (Not feet though. I don’t do feet.)
I love men. I love women. I love gay. I love straight. I love young. I love old. I love light. I love dark. I love…love. I AM love. So I love me the most.
Love is love. There is no most.
So, today, love the one you’re with, honey. And I mean the “me, myself and I” one. You’ll always be together so treat ’em right and always ALWAYS share the chocolate.
Who do you love? (The most is optional.)