2 Crackheads in Love...

Aren't they sweet? They really do deserve each other.

I do get the tiniest bit of satisfaction when I compare this picture to the one of you and me in the last post.

You see, the expression on your face in our picture is one I recognize very well: pure, unadulterated love.

You love me. I know you do. You can't hide that look on your face. Your eyes are soft and almost limpid in that picture. You are smiling ever so slightly, perhaps even a bit wistfully. Your love for me shows clearly in your expression in our picture. Your head is tilted in towards mine, and if I'd turned my head just a bit, our lips would've touched. You're hiding behind my hair. It's a very intimate pose.

On the other hand, in this picture with what's-her-face...you know, the one you're not supposed to even be hanging out with anymore...you have that crackhead look going on. Your eyes are dead. You look like a total poser. And I can tell that you're totally not into her; she's hanging on to you for dear life, all over you like a cheap suit...and you couldn't care less about her.

So no matter what...in the end...I won.