Dear Chocolate,
I’m in pain.
I was just with you. I have just been holding you in my hands for a brief minute . . . but I let you go.
This morning, being in such a hectic rush, I accidently picked up the wrong yoghurt from the shelf at the store, thinking it was vanilla with a strawberry corner. I didn’t even notice my mistake upon paying at the till, nor did I notice my mistake upon packing the goods in a bag. It was not till just now, when I reached into my bag, pulled out the yoghurt and peeled off the lid, that I caught of a glimpse of you, that I realised I had not purchased Vanilla and Strawberry.
I had purchased Vanilla with Chocolate covered flakes.
Staring down, and peering through the open gap between the plastic pot and slightly ajar foil lid, I could see you, I could see your lovely dark chocolatey skin wrapped around those flakes; a whiff of your scent drifted from the yoghurt pot, almost like you were eager for me to smell you – such a tease. For a split second, I actually considered eating you Chocolate. Looking around I realised that most of my colleauges who knew about my Love affair with you – and my attepmt to give you up – were out of the office on Lunch. I could have easily gotten away with it. I stared at you, so badly wanting to just grab my spoon, and tuck you into that soft vanilla yoghurt, stirring you in, and then letting the mix of the yoghurt and you melt in my mouth.
But I’m stronger than that Chocolate. And I love you too much to just give into you on some flakes. You deserve more than that. Trust me, when we are reuinted, properely, it won’t be because your topped on some flakes, and no other food, snack, or condiment will be involved. Just us two. Me. And You. Me. And Chocolate.
Until then . . . I miss you Chocolate.
Tink x x
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Tags: Chocolate, Strawberry, Vanilla, Yoghurt