The Love Monster: Science Fiction

The love monster curls inside all of us, wrapping its coils around our intestines and squeezing when an attractive person is nearby, or twining up to whisper doubts in our ears when somebody says they love us. The love monster wants it ll, and it wants us all to itself. I always kind of knew that, even as I listened to it and played hard to get, which--as the love monster knew--meant more guys would chase. I didn't realize that the love monster was an actual hand-to-God monster, though--not until the day it came out and saved me. If I'd thought about the love monster--. Oh, and it's eyes weren't green. It didn't even really have eyes, just these cilia things waving on top of its head.

Inspiration: I have a love monster sitting in my lap, purring insistently and being very, very demanding.
Story Potential: High.
Notes: I guess high. I mean, I haven't read a story like this anywhere before.