Yes, you are tasty and lovely. From the moment I first set eyes on you, I knew I had to have you. Sometimes you are warm, sometimes chilled.. but I have never been able to resist your charms.
But things are starting to change, Pie. You're losing me.
In the spring, our relationship was perfect.. the apple blossoms were in bloom, and the promise of your company seemed like a new chapter had turned in my life.
I was dedicated to you in every way, other matters were trivial. If someone attempted to intrude on our idyllic reverie by inquiring on my attitudes towards some unimportant issue such as a war, or the economy, I would always vote for you instead.. my beloved Pie.
The summer came and went in a blur. I should have been able to detect a key change in the way you responded to my affection, but I was in love.
Our days at the beach, under an umbrella.. I never noticed those longing glances at other men. I didn't realize that my simple progressive view of the world no longer excited you. You wanted a rich banker.. or a powerful CEO.. or to hobnob with the influential at a dinner party.
I was such a fool.
And here we are in the fall, with the prospect of a cold winter ahead. You don't listen to me at all anymore. If once I was your Prince Charming, then it is clear the clock has struck twelve, leaving me with only the pumpkin.
My friends say I should start seeing others, like cake. But the cake is a lie!
Some day you will tire of playing the Dessert Cart games, and will leave DC and try to reconnect with what made you special, and different. Until then, Pie, I'll be waiting.