to prove that i’m not a mean ass girlfriend i wrote an email of love to the man. i want to share some with the rest of you:
i want you to know that i REALLY love you because i give you my food
even though deep inside i really want to eat it and not share at all.
if i didn’t share my food with you i would have terrible eating
habbits and would probably be overweight. i give you my food because i
love you and because i have it programmed inside me to eat only half
of whatever i buy.”
i really believe in the “last bite rule.” damn i forgot which movie it was that talked about the last-bite-rule, brown sugar maybe? but the rule is, that if you’re really in love with someone, you’d be willing to give them your last bite of food.
its just about the realest rule ever, cause when you really love someone, you give up your food. its a huge sacrafice. it wasn’t until i got older that i understood how my parents could let me and my sister eat all the good leftovers. cause if i were them, they would’ve been gone already.
in short, the sacraficing of food is a big indication that someone loves you.