chocolate is a verb

colors, flavors, whims and other growing things

conversation…

‘What do you want from me?’ he asked, curious.

A juicy little movie of possibilities projected onto the screen of her mind. ‘Mostly, I guess, now and then, I’d like you to just stand here and hug me like mad. Wrap me round and pull me close and make the years and the distance disappear. I want us to keep telling stories. I’d like you not to vanish for months at a time. I’d like you to stay alive forever. These aren’t unreasonable requests, are they?’ she asked.

‘My dear,’ he said, ‘you are the quintessence of reason,’ promising nothing.

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