Chocolate. Smooth, like your lips against mine. You pulling me closer, but in the softest way I've experienced yet. Soft hands. The exact opposite of my own. Rough with insecurity and doubt.
Chocolate. The smell is permanently linked to you in my brain. All because of this damn bear. Holding it close, night after night, along with hearing your voice in my ear... It's scent rushing through my nostrils, easing the blow of yet another question I can not answer.
Chocolate. That's what this was. Delicious. Filling. But it got to where it was too sweet for my taste. Not that there was anything wrong. I had just reached my tolerance.
