The hunger for love is what drives us to accept whatever is brought to the table,
makes every option appear plausible.
Darling, love yourself. Love yourself till you’re all filled up.
Let what they offer be, unto you, dessert. Optional. You get to decide if you’d have some or not. Something you can do without.
Only taste their love if it’s sweeter than yours.
“When I walk into a church, I only see paintings of white angels. Why?" - Eartha Kitt