Chocolate Is Too Good For You

The first time you met chocolate you were head over heels in love with chocolate. Who is not?
Well maybe except Tony, Tam, Samson and a host of others. They said you were crazy for loving chocolate so much. You looked back at them and all you could think of was chocolate. How she made you so happy, filling you with enough value for your well being. Her smooth brown skin to sooth you. How she melted when you held her. Making your heart beat rhythmically.

Fast forward to a year later, you thought you have had too much of chocolate so you blamed chocolate for ruining your smile. You went on to tell her she upset you. And all that thickness was crushing you. You told chocolate to tone it down. That brown colour was hurting your eyes. But chocolate knew she could only be chocolate. She knew she was awesome and could not let the world suffer because a certain person did not find her good enough because in reality, chocolate was too good for him. He could not handle all that drip. Chocolate raises the bar every time.

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