He loves it.He spends at least two hours a day with it. Four on weekends.
Should anything threaten it, he would throw himself into the path of harm and take the blow.
He has spent thousands of dollars on gifts for it.
There is nothing which is not too good for it.
He would sacrifice his life for it.
He does not allow you to touch it. Because you might ruin it. For the same reason, you're barely allowed to look at it. Your gaze might do damage. Plus you're not worthy.
He polishes it endlessly until his hands blister, but will not even remotely consider the possibility that you might enjoy a shoulder rub.
He treated you to a fast food dollar menu and made it quite clear he resented the expense because it put him five seconds behind on purchasing his twelfth set of original rims.
You have caught him sweet-talking it.
He loves it more than he loves you. If he loves you at all.
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Him, you're going to break up with. It, you're just going to break.