Vanilla and Milk Chocolate

Just a Lovely Figment of My Imagination?

He was my knight in shining armor. A guardian angel that was sent by the Almighty Lord to look after me. Who would have thought that he would be the one to change my life. I would like share an experience to all those who are interested. It's been 6 years already since he disappeared, but my heart still believes that we'll meet again in the near future.

As a 9-year old kid, I was pretty much an antisocial person. I had to force myself to interact with others and be polite. I despised how they treated me differently just because half of my blood was different. Even my own relatives sometimes treated me differently. Moving to another country was a pretty big scary life change. Even as months passed by, I was still an outcast. That's when I met him.

He had light blond hair, chestnut brown eyes and tanned skin. He offered me a hand when I needed my family most. We quickly became friends. He often called me "Choco" or to be specific milk chocolate. He explained it was because of my chocolate colored hair and milky skin.

"If you were a kind of chocolate, you would be Milk chocolate."

Yeah, it was not the best reason but I accepted it. But at first, I face palmed and raised my eyebrow at him. In return, I called him "Vanilla" or for short "Van".

"If I'm milk chocolate, then you would be Vanilla. How plain..."

Which was a lie, Vanilla was my favorite flavor. But he knew that, no matter how much I say I hate vanilla because it reminded so much of him.

We were inseparable. There wasn't a time we weren't together. We did everything together. He was always there when I needed someone to listen or a shoulder to cry on. He help me stand up and deal with my problems, without needing someone. He helped me grow into the kind and mature girl I'm now. He always wanted the best for me. He had me at my worst so he deserved me at my best. He was the one who suggested I should become a writer. I thought we would together forever. But that's when everything changed.

He thought I wouldn't notice but he was wrong. I found him crying at the beach. He told me it was time to say goodbye.

"This is goodbye. You're growing up, you don't need me anymore. I enjoyed our times together. Don't ever forget I love you"

He smiled at me. The same smile he always gave me when something went wrong. That was also the first time I started the hate "goodbyes". He saw my pained expression and reassured me.

"Don't worry, this isn't the end of the Adventures of Vanilla and Milk Chocolate."

I let out a weak laugh and embraced him. One last hug before he would leave. As he turned around, I shouted words at hm.

"You better come back to me, or I'll hunt you down myself!"

People were staring. I could already imagine his annoying smirk on his face as he walked on. When he finally disappeared from sight. I let my tears fall. I would never forget him. I gave one more lingering look towards the direction he left before turning around, also going home myself.

Many people told me that he was just a figment of my imagination. But without him, I wouldn't be a journalist right now. And even if he was just a product of my imagination, he would be lovely figment of it indeed. And after all, the adventures of Vanilla and Milk chocolate are still not over.