This is especially true for good chocolate. What initially started as a craze and child-hood favourite has remained true as a comfort food in my young adult years.
Had a box of classic Haiwaiian Host....the aromatic milk chocolate and the tasty, salty macadamias still hit my soft spot the same way the first piece did 18 years before.
I really wanted to share that box of 14 chocolates with someone I love and care for, someone who is willing to tolerate my faults, fight life's battles as a team, and read stories to me in bed without me asking.
I promise, that when I find that person, I'll work for, fight, and protect the relationship to the best of my abilities, not giving up, not calling it quits, even when the lustre and shine inevitably fade away. I promise to care for, and protect you, till I can't do so anymore physically, or you, decide to call it quits...
I don't want to continue eating chocolates alone, no matter how good they are.
I'm still waiting for your message, some sign that you are still there, for me, that this wait is worth it.
I'm trying to move on, trying to meet new people that I want to be with.... and I lose more hope of finding the one to protect. I thought we hit it off well, I don't know why you suddenly became cold.... You won't message me without me messaging you anymore.
It shouldn't affect me, but it did, because I had opened my feelings again, in the pursuit of finding you....
