The feeling is electrifying and has some mutual feel to it that makes it easy for one to move beyond where they are to where they should be.
The menu is love being served on a broken piece that has seen many faces of lovers who are happy, sad, depressed, fulfilled, taken for granted, hated etc.
The meal is love though sounding very lovely to the ears, but doesn't exactly taste like its name most of the time.
The diners are two individuals who think they are special and can be part of the story but in a more enderaing way.
The occasion is nothing but a regular day where we go out to be dovey and cuddling and gisty only to end up in sweat covered bothers mingled in disorganized bedspreads.
The end result is, a baby who we may or may not disappoint.
Or a wasted exercise that yields no fruits and ends up seeing us repeating the process all over again.