Arbitrary Zero

So love, to me, is like a beautiful tropical island. You are thrilled to go on this wonderful journey. Being cuddled by the warm sun, listening to the sweet sounds of the ocean waves, being cooled by the light breeze, and sharing it with someone who enjoys it as much as you.

But then you get food poisoning from some fish at dinner on the first night and then you are alone in your hotel room vomiting while your travel companion ignores you and finds something else to do instead of deal with your issues because they are a selfish bastard.

And then you have to listen to everyone hear about how much of a shame it is that you can’t enjoy the island because IT’S SO WONDERFUL WHY CAN’T YOU ENJOY IT.

But all you feel is alone and possibly doubled over in pain from the diarrhea.

So yeah. It might be a nice place to visit again, but only with a person who is considerate enough to bring the snack packs so you don’t end up wanting to go home right away when you see what’s for dinner.