I decided to move it close to me so I could taste this yellow-colored-something a bit. I held the tall slim glass and felt as if its chilliness was running through my sacred veins. It was unbelievable. And I moved it close to me. So close to me.
The first touch.
I positioned the straw in my mouth. Then I sipped a little.
First kiss.
I sipped again. Then as it gushed deep inside me, I felt the refreshing chill of this yellow-colored-something as if telling me every little detail about it for the first time. It tasted so sweet and the taste was remarkable. I loved its texture, I loved everything about it.
Getting to know each other better and deeper.
That was when I fell in love with it; and that very day commenced my undeniable liking for this special yellow-colored-something. I became totally obsessed with it. Everyone around me needed not to ask me what I wanted. It was the only thing I wanted. My comfort.
Then memories started building up in my constipated mind. I had bad stuff going on around me while I’m with IT. IT didn’t like it. And I didn’t like IT to be involved.
The fight.
It came the point that every time I’m with IT, my stomach would cringed as some recollections of some bad things invaded my mind. Then that’s when I realized I had enough. It’s time to end this special bond.
Break-up.
I ditched IT. I didn’t bother looking at it anymore every time I went through a carte du jour. In fact, I completely kicked the once yellow-colored-something out of my life. It only gave me the creeps.
Moving-on stage.
Then I found my pink-colored-something. And I know I will be forever in love with this new penchant of my life.
I coined this pink-colored-something as the STRAWBERRY DAIQUIRI.
And my past, my yellow-colored something, is none other than the Ripe Mango Shake.
