Some things never change

January 17, 2015

I never liked frosted flakes

until I kissed him right after he had them

Instantly, they became my favorite food

because they reminded me of him

and how his lips felt on top of mine

Sometimes I'll eat them when I miss him

but unlike him,

the flavor stuck around

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