Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal by Zach Weinersmith for September 02, 2016
Every time you tell me you love me, I die a little. Oh my God. I mean technically. While you're saying I love you, about a million cells in my body die. So, I also die a little inside when I say I love you to you. And when we make love, I die a lot. I know that last one was a compliment, but I still feel sad. Well, I don't die that much.