Dear John,

Oh, sugar. Though you can rot my teeth and jiggle my tush, my love for you will never truly die. But you know as well as I do that our relationship can never amount to more than the occasional fling. Cruel, I know. But better to cherish what short moments we have, relish in their deliciousness and move on before resentment rears its ugly head.

This weekend was one of those stolen moments - you were my constant companion, the perfect party companion. It was so kind of you to greet me in Baked Aboard chocolate chip cookies during my flight on Friday. At brunch, you looked beautiful in your cinnamon buns, and your red cake was lovely. Your strawberry cake and ice cream dessert was a perfect fit Saturday night - you certainly know how to make the most of what you've got. And thank you so much for sending me off with more Baked Aboard cookies during my return flight - it helped pass the time.

I will admit that I had a difficult time saying goodbye. I pulled you in for one last cinnamon and pastry fling before bed - I am so weak to your charms after hours in an airport, arriving home long past midnight. But it was a momentary weakness, and it is time to say goodbye.

There will always be a place for you in my heart, and occasionally on my plate. But for now it's time to go our separate ways.

Until we meet again, I remain
Yours Truly.

1 comment:

  1. ugh, i ate so much junk on my trip, it was yummy, but now back to the grind.


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