before I knew i was a gluten-sickie (meaning i eat gluten and get sick, but haven’t been diagnosed as intolerant. ppl get snippy over these things), i didn’t much like food.
i mean i liked it
and i ate too much,
but i got sick all the time and readily considered that if i could take a pill or something instead of eating, even if that meant i never got to eat again, i’d do it!
life is better, knowing what food to avoid so that I can enjoy what i do have.
like strawberries. i can eat strawberries and i ENJOY them. especially when they’re really ripe. on the verge of going bad (but not there yet) still firm, super sweet,
and if you add a glass of the right ::ahem:: grape juice – mercy, i’m over the moon for these little fruits!
I consider (lots of things when i drink grape juice;) that a good kiss ought often (like, in romantic settings) to be like a good strawberry. had at the proper time, a point at which not having it would be a waste, and having had it before would be to have a lesser thing.
it ought, perhaps, to have the same firmness. like something you can bite into, consume, a kiss ought not be merely lips touching (after all, can not a kiss on the cheek or neck or hand be just as rapturous, though different?) but an experience to be breathed in, to be tasted.
anyway my point is i like strawberries and i like kisses and i like my kisses like i like my strawberries: