An Ode to My Love

Tonight, I knew you had to be mine.

We've been apart for so long, but you were never far from my thoughts. Yes, I have tried to replace you, seeking out poor substitutions for your goodness, your sweetness. They were a comfort, I admit it. Those others briefly satisfied my craving, but it was never more than a bittersweet moment in time. They lacked your substance, and my satisfaction could never remain long. Some were too sweet, making me crave your subtlety all the more. Others simply lacked some ingredient, that one key component that makes you my everything. A few did nothing more than leave a bad taste in my mouth.

Through it all, you were the one I sought. But you were not to be found out in the world! No, that world is only full of cheap, commercial imitations. They try to be what you are, but they fail. How could they succeed? You cannot be bought, as they are! You are not for the masses, all of whom yearn for you but few of whom truly know you!

All this time, you were waiting for me. You knew I would come for you. That, someday, the pieces would all fall together, that I would stand at the ready. The ingredients were all there, I just had to gather them. In the end, it was not you that stayed away -- it was me! I did not think myself ready for you. You always seemed too much for me, it's true. I worried that, should I finally get you to myself, I would simply devour you whole, a devouring that would ultimately destroy me. I thought that you were not good for me. I believed the lies of others -- I did! -- which claimed that you were unhealthy and that I should seek another.

But tonight, all that changed. I took a chance. And we came together in beautiful, undying passion. When you touched my lips, I forgot the lies, the hesitation. It was our time.

This time together may be fleeting. And perhaps that is for the best. For I know that you must, in the end, leave me. But know that I will be thinking about you, dreaming of the next time when we two shall meet! Let us enjoy our time together, savoring each taste as though it were the last. And when our union is but a fading memory, even then your sweetness shall remain.

For now, we will enjoy our love. It is indeed time for another brownie.