Sometimes it's as if you forget I'm human. I am a woman made of skin and bone. I am not a piece of machinery you assembled. You can break me in ways that you can't fix. It's easy to replace your things when they break, but I am my own design. I am not one of your gadgets you can toy with. I wasn't created to be controlled by you, and you can't gear me to your liking. My affection isn't a game you can download from the app store. I am not yours to play with. Sometimes it's as if you forget you're human. You're not a machine, even if you operate like one. You're not made of circuit boards and cold aluminum. Love is not a program that can be encoded into your software. You are a man, made of skin and bone. You're a man incapable of feeling anything real. But you will find there are things technology can't provide for you. One day you won't be able to function, and no update or restore can fix you. Copyright © 2022 Winona Wild. All rights reserved.