Sunday, 14 February 2010

Truly, Madly, Deeply


Wherever I go these days, I'm reminded that my heart is no longer my own. For just over a year now, a longing, loving, craven desire has been growing inside me, and it doesn't go away. First thing in the morning, last thing at night and all through the day. Alone, I call out their name, when others are there, I whisper it. Daily, I'm teetering on the edge of a wonderful abyss.

And love really does hurt. Embraces, such as they are, so fleetingly short, and then, the aching pain of being apart.

Alone I am empty. Going through the motions. A hollow, hungry shell. Eating myself up from the inside.

Only when we're together will I be whole.

I didn't really do confectionery till we met. Now I can't stop. Salty, nutty, caramel filled bar of joy. Nothing else comes close. Hard to track down, available in The Cave, where I've started buying bottles of wine that I don't really need... "Is that all?"... "Oh, wait a minute, can I get...." ... "Pardon?"... "Erm yes, I did say four". Then last night I couldn't see any. The girl behind the counter said, "No, there's none left, I ate them". Her pal looked startled, "What all of them?"... "Yeah, they were going out of date".... Alone again.

Reese's Outrageous NutRageous
Available from THE CAVE & LUPE PINTOS, I LOVE CANDY and some Sainsbury's.

2 comments:

  1. You know, Alan absolutely loves them too. I have no idea why - chocolate flavoured fat with peanuts and caramel - what's to like? And gutted about the news re El Bulli - each year day dreamed about going back!

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  2. Sorry Issi, but you're just wrong- they are THE GREATEST sweet thing in the world bar none! and I'm including the banoffee tart the nice couple sell at the farmers market in that assessment... which is really saying something.
    El Bulli's news is tragic. Though to quote Tennnyson,
    "I hold it true, whate'er befall;
    I feel it, when I sorrow most;
    'Tis better to have loved and lost
    Than never to have loved at all."

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