Trust me, if you've been in a relationship long enough, you know what I'm talking about.
Knowing whether you can see love in those beady, alpaca eyes, or whether your partner would let you ride on their alpaca back, is something all couples face sooner or later.
That's easier said than done, however, since the gods made her leave her body behind and appear as nothing more than a head in a flowerpot.
Personally, I think is a better disembodied love story, but this is a close second.
There are also, apparently, non-potted plant woman you can date, but if you're not here to pervert your love of botany with dating then why even play this game?
Jumping race or social castes is just the beginning; no line is too sacred for these poignant tales of romance.
Caring for a woman's potted head is every bit as creepy as it sounds.
You can tickle, pinch, hit, hold, and (of course) kiss her.
It was 12 years ago, after your mother died during surgery due to an unreported error, that you first hatched your vengeful plot.
You would study in the medical field, get hired as a nurse at the hospital where your mom died, find whoever it was that let her die due to negligence, and murder him yourself.