I feel like you’re calling for me almost every night. I am not manufacturing these feelings, it just doesn’t add up. Your pull is so strong and when we do meet I really do feel like it’s meant to be. How could something that feels so right be wrong. But then I eat you with a little chocolate syrup and an hour later I am paying the price. I tell myself never again, but we both know I’ll be back in the freezer tomorrow night after dinner looking for my soul mate and it will feel so right, like destiny, until it goes very wrong.