Milky Way

I mark this day as the second instance in my entire life that I received a cholocate: now, from another interesting person who has been so kind, intelligent, and intimidating all at the same time to me.

For quite some time, I haven't seen a Milky Way chocolate. I recongnize this entity as one of the sweetest chocolate ever submerged in my mouth. I used to compare this with Mars more than ten years ago. And this sweet nothing always ends up as a looser, moreover inferior from among any chocolate genre, especially Galaxy.

My reflexes are supposed to push me to undress this litttle chocolate sitting in the keyboard, carress its smooth brown figure, smell the cocoa spirit until my mouth waters like hell, and eat it without any regret. But this may be the first chocolate that I wouldn't care to eat nor dare to unwrap. I'll lament its inexistence, and be further saddened at the idea of having its remains folded and inserted in my old wallet, together with that sweet professional handwritten note written a couple of months ago from the same person who aimlessly threw this Milky Way to me. I don't want this to be a part of my congested memory. Don't die and simply allow me to forget you.

Reality sucks, for inevitably I have to smash this one until it disappears. But not now, not this day. Maybe not even tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow its value will be gone. It will be just another chocolate roaming around my desk. Maybe I'll think about it before I sleep. But for now, let me be saturated on looking at your jolly wrapper and wonder what are you thinking.