my friend wanted me to explain her favorite color without actually saying it.
'it was the color of a hershey bar or chocolate ice cream. it was as sweet as those, too. as soon as i looked in her eyes, god i swear i never fell in love that easily. i never really liked chocolate, though. i never even thought about the sweets that so many adore until i realized what i felt in that moment with her, and all i could think about was the extra dollar and fifty cents i gave her for a chocolate bar at a run down store that i'd probably never go to again. god, i'd pay so much more if i could just stare into her eyes a little longer. they were so sweet and gentle, so nurturing like a mothers love. but her eyes could also be so fierce and striking in an instant. after a week, when i kissed her, god damn i swear i could taste the chocolate bar. when i touched her i swear it took all my strength to stop when i did. it was pure bliss and i wouldn't trade that with anything. she left after a while, though. she said things weren't working out. she gave me a goodbye kiss and it didn't taste like chocolate. i couldn't really understand why but maybe it wasnt her who tasted like chocolate, but me instead. i bought a chocolate bar later that day. i love chocolate."
