I did not write this

But I wish I had.

From 'Why I'm Like This' by Cynthia Kaplan.

I loved him like a dog loves a bone. Why do they do that? There is no meat left on it. Is it wishful thinking? Is it the idea that the meat was there once and maybe it will be there again one day? Or is it just nostalgia? Oh, that meat was good, remember that meat? Nummy nummy nummy. There I was, chewing my love down to a nub and then burying it and then digging it up and then burying it again somewhere else. And then digging it up.