You don't ever eat anything cooked in oil, not even homemade doughnuts.
That kind of self-denial can be healthy, I guess.

You prefer the spelling "donuts."
It's so much less complicated.
But that's so unlike you.

Obsessing over him could kill you
unless you just give him enough of you
to keep you both satisfied.

I guess it's too late for that advice now.

Sometimes I'm afraid for you
because you've convinced yourself
you are so happy.
You have yet to convince me.
And unless joy is truly as simple as it looks in the movies,
some amusement park fantasy
filmed to entertain adolescent minds,
overweight children
and geriatric biddies,
your dream will crash harder than John Denver.

You have love.
Your love is based on fiction and has no room for necessary realities,
like loss, anger, and fear.
I have fears.
My fear is based on science.
For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.

You made it through the night
despite your best efforts to the contrary.
You saw the sun rise again, and you blame god for that.
Maybe that's why you're not on speaking terms.

The point is, the best of people can amplify you,
each and every emotion you feel--
provided you actually supply them with honest emotion
that are rooted within yourself.

So, in the grand human tradition of giving unwanted advice,
now hear this:
Never make others responsible for your own happiness.
Something that sweet can't exist outside of yourself.

And for god's sake, have yourself a boston creme from time to time.