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| - Dear Bean to whom I am romancing,
I really do love you and I want to fully commit to you but... you left me out in the cold on the patio and you know that if we are going to have a relationship, you will need more space to accommodate me! Sure you can make a mean taco salad, chicken salad, lavender lemonade, and grilled cheese, but sooner or later, your beauty will fade and I will need something of substance to hold us together. Something more than your evil pastries and breads. Something deeper than the red velvet cake cream that I secretly devoured during a stressful lunch break.
I know that I should have written you this love letter a while ago but don't hold it against me. You allowed others to be the first to romance you and I felt some kind of way about it, I admit. But, you know that I would cross all kinds of swerving traffic and find you between whichever building you decided to snuggle between. Just consider making a wee bit more room for me or being open for longer. If you care about me, you would do it.
Admittedly, your beans are good and you look cute in all those trimmings early in the morning. I should not be so demanding but I know you to be able to deliver so, I insist. I do like your peeps you allow to hang out with you. They always seem so nice. They even remember me and my likes. I really enjoyed that you cater to my every need too and deliver all on a silver platter.
Why am I with-holding the star? I want more types of beans and tea and I have yet to see you work out a Lemon Ice Box cake. Once that happens....I will get you that golden gem you are waiting for.
Cheers!
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