[ Warning: this truth may (somehow) trigger, read at your own risk ]

Oh how it pleases you when the warm aroma of being regarded is served on your table. You indulge yourself with their sweet praises and greetings as they pour and stir on your cup the golden honey you didn't even ask for, yet I know deep within your soul it is something you are always craving for.

You wanted it. You loved it. Because without that, the warm brew they are giving you will seem to be bland to your taste.

You never want them to forget to add that luscious pungent ingredient for it feeds your hunger of being praised and...