doo talk

Dear, dear peanut butter and jelly sandwich

It seems like only just yesterday when we met. You, a double decker PBJ, me a simple blue collar factory worker. We locked eyes briefly, walking past each other on the sidewalk. You smiled. My insides turned to jelly.

I could tell you were nuts from our very first date. Your smooth brown exterior couldnapos;t hide it. And I liked that. It was honest, real. Something I could sink my teeth into.

I just wish it couldapos;ve gone on longer. Now that youapos;re gone, I miss you. Days later it still hurts, but Iapos;m trying to not let it keep me down. I know that what we had canapos;t be taken away. I still have my memories, like those times I tore into you in the kitchen - Iapos;ll never forget that raging passion we shared. Itapos;s part of my memory, and part of my heart. I can still smell you when I slip into bed at night, and I can still taste you on my lips when I wake in the morning. Youapos;re a part of me now, and you will be for the rest of my life. I love you.
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