butter

Love between two people
is like a
stick of butter where one half
is sliced off, melted, and used
for cooking purposes, while the
other half stays chilled in the fridge
shocked, still, and struck by the abrupt
departure of the half it cared for so
deeply, only for the marination of
another.

That’s pain.

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jonathandeanrichie

Currently living in Vietnam, teaching English, fixing the world's problems.

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