Dearest Love,  
Our love affair, to me, is a great source of consolation. Whenever troubled, bored or desperate for companionship you are at my side offering unconditional comfort and diversion. The habits that we have developed are now an integral part of my daily routine. The evidence of our love is more and more apparent to myself and others as my stomach festoons more and more over my belt and it becomes increasingly harder to move. As enjoyable as it is to make love our interludes will, in the end, be the death of me. Although the idea of our relationship changing is, for me, a great source of anxiety, change it must.
Without you I would die. Because you are so delicious and alluring I find it hard to not overindulge in your finer forms.. My obsession with making love with you long into the night is unhealthy and unnecessary to sustain my life. Far too often I indulge in your bad side, those elements of you created by man. Better that our love be more pure and based on those divinely created beneficial parts of your being so that my love for you can continue for many years to come.  
Our love needs moderation to grow. I need to get to know you better so that I can decide in how much of your love I can indulge. None of this is anyone’s fault. We’ve had a good time together and our love will progress ever better and stronger.  
With Love Always,  
Written by Gahddess_Worship
Published | Edited 3rd May 2018
Author's Note
Addiction of any sort are ties that hard to sever. This is my attempt to demonstrate this strong connection as a breakup of lovers.
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