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FOOD
Falling for Her Again
The road to fudge is paved with failure
I came. I cooked. I failed.
I cooked again. Then conquered!
I have always had a complicated relationship with fudge. We have gone on many dates in the past, but they always end in delicious disasters. I don’t know if it’s me or her. We couldn't make it work no matter how many times we tried.
Was I too blind, unable to see the signs of her discomfort?
Was I too impatient, wanting to move to the next stage of our relationship before she had settled?
Was I too scared, turning off the heat when her emotions started to boil over?
All these questions pulled us apart, leaving our love a goopy mess with no structure. I felt inadequate, not worthy of her silky texture or her delectable flavor. As time ticked on, the rift between us grew wider. She became a memory, relegated to the depths of my subconscious, locked away alongside all the other dreams I had failed to achieve.
Four years, for four years I tried to forget her. Each day, her flavor fading away until only her chocolatey aroma lingered. I thought I had moved on — on to tastier pastures, abundant with brownies and chocolate cake. But, I was…
