Every now and then when I close my eyes and the world fades into a blur, I dream a dream of perfect love. Ironic, since I don’t know what perfect love is really, but I am convinced I know what it should feel like; and in my dreams, that’s exactly how it feels like.
In every dream, it’s never the same but one thing remains constant; my love leaves a sensation on my tongue, and a sweet taste it is. Everything is cloudy, but the taste feels so real, even after I wake.
Makes me wonder if my dreams are really actually about chocolate.
Forget love – I’d rather fall in chocolate.