It’s hard for me to sit here and watch perfectly good
chocolate going to waste. I see it in her hands and I can tell that she doesn’t
know how to handle its complicated flavors and I want to snatch it away, but
then again I have my own. What bothers me is the look in her eyes as she
gobbles it down and then looks around for the next thing to consume. I can tell
by her greedy eyes that she doesn’t really like chocolate all that much. She’s just eating it
because it was wrapped in a pretty package and there’s the promise of a golden
ticket inside like in Willy Wonka. I imagine the chocolate is trying to catch my eye “Would you know how to treat me right?” I feel it thinking but I
look away because who am I to have this conversation with?
Maybe I’ve misread the situation and she truly is a
connoisseur. Maybe, like me, she enjoys the way it feels when you first hold it
in your hands or the way the first bite, like the first kiss, is always full of
such sweetness. The sweetness never cloying but just right. And there’s always just a hint of
something that keeps you wanting more. Oh and the smell! There’s nothing else
like it. You could be surrounded by every sweet temptation imaginable, but once
you realize it’s in the room getting some is all you can think about.
But it doesn’t matter. She has it and for the moment she
seems to be enjoying it. I just hope she realizes how special it is.
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