for chocolate lovers.

I feel very loved at the moment: A relaxing morning leading to a wonderful afternoon ending in an evening of good conversation and company. It is a strange feeling, though, love is. Have you ever really explored that feeling of love? Felt your way around it as it pulsed through your being? It is unexplainable but distinctively, Love. It is kind of warm and fuzzy, as funny as the cliché sounds, when I really delve into it. I look inside soul and I can almost see it permeating every seam, like a fire, but not burning or destruction, more like warm, warm chocolate running through my veins— with that smell and everything, like the one at the Ghirardelli. It must be different for you, but all I have to draw from is my own soul and no one else’s so I don’t know about that.

And the chocolate is overflowing, out of my skin, out of my pores. I don’t want to waste it, I want to share it with you. And the guy next door to me, and the lady at the cash register and even the driver that cuts me off. And not merely so that it doesn’t go to waste, because it can’t go to waste; no, I want to share it because it is just that good and when you have some you will realize you need it as much as I do.

I need Love. I need to be Loved. I need to Love. I love to Love. More than water, food, or shelter— it is something I yearn for, but not in a way of seeking attention. That is like infatuation or something that is something insignificant, something fleeting, compared to real Love. It is hard to admit it, because I am not coming from anywhere, from any angle. It is merely my statement of facts. It is the boring part of a movie that declares the violation of burning a DVD. It is truth and nothing more, just there to let people know about it. So, I say again: I need Love. I need to be Loved. I need to Love. I love to Love.

It breaks me that there are some children, teenagers, young men and young women that are not familiar with Love. It really does. And even with people that feel Love today, that know it in the present but did not know about it in the past, those people and their stories breaks me. Call me weak or what you may but it does. I suppose I take it for granted that Love is something that everyone automatically has always experienced and when confronted with the truth, I break for that person. I don’t really know why. I used to deny that feeling of breaking when I was younger and still do from time to time but I lately I have been embracing it.

I have an overflowing of Love in me. My soul is dipped in it. I have been blessed and I am blessed, though not through any achievement or special award or anything that may separate me from you.  No. I do not deserve Love, yet I have it and in abundance. The warm, rich, chocolate is overflowing; let me share it with you.



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