I hated you because you tasted like dirt.
You annoyed me because your rough rhino-like skin was a lie. And underneath your bumps and bulges, you were too soft. I especially despised the way you always caved when I squeezed you, even gently.
The whole “high-maintenance, bi-polar” thing was a major turn off. First it’s don’t touch me, I’m too good for you then after a couple days of unintentional neglect, you broke down and turned to a disgusting pile of mush.
When I did catch you at the right time, I always had to handle with care. Making sure to let none of your love go to waste or else there’d be hell to pay. And that bugged the shit out of me.
But then suddenly, something changed in me.
That hard-to-get game you play became alluring.
I found myself lusting after your coolness.
I understand your ways and I appreciate your flaws.
You are nothing and everything at the same time.
And now I like that every time I cut you in half so delicately and hack my knife in your woody heart, I smile.
You are avocado and I am in love with you.