#22 Stick

Please, stick with me.

You have chosen,

to stick with me.

Through thick,

and through thin.

As the saying goes.

My friend?

My enemy?

My... 

What exactly?

I don't know why,

but you just stay.

You always come back.

Like a dog,

always comes,

to fetch the stick.

You stay and you,

you make me feel wanted.

Needed.

Craved..?

No.

Not that.

Never that.

Absolutely not.

That.

Ever.

Right..?

Yes of course.

Who would crave,

this.

Someone like me.

Just this.

I'm just there.

Yuck.

That's the right word.

But wait...

You don't say yuck.

You... 

Well.. you just smile.

You smile.

And call me beautiful.

Pretty.

Gorgeous on occasion.

Rarely.

Barely..

Why do you say such things?

You could have so much better!

Big, big, big.

Bigger is better.

So they all say.

Big. BIg. BIG.

You don't think that?

IS that what you said?

You must be lying.

For I don't think so.

You couldn't be truth-ing.

But you are... 

You are right.

You are..

TRUTH-ing.

So please, never leave.

Stick with me.

Through thick,

and through thin.

As the saying goes.

Because I love you.

Even if everyone knows.