i've never tasted that dessert, disguised by the name of a salad.
the only mention i can think of is an old movie from my childhood, he had scissors for hands, can you believe that?
that's probably what i'd have told you then.
but when the ominous noise stops, and the lyrics flood in i can't help but cry.
call it stupid, call it naive, young love.
call it whatever fits your current narrative.
it still matters to me now just as much as it did then, but we've grown and i know it will never be so simple again.
ultimately you were right, i adore the song, it replays over and over again.
because i would always go back and redo it all again
and again.
maybe i would've told you about my favorite childhood movie, or maybe it really could have made me be honest.
either way, i wish i had some for you to try back then.
