This article was published in the Welham Girls’ School’s literary magazine – Chrysalis, October’15. The article is self-illustrated.
My heart weighs me down as I pen these words to you. I need not explain the frisson between us – it in itself is a wonder to behold. In the history of all things sane, never has so strong a bond been created. I still remember the day I first set my eyes on you. Encased in fragile pink tissues you sat; a majestic sight with your buttery crust glistening in the pale evening light. I was fearful of approaching your delectable self at first. My existence seemed insignificant in comparison to your regal sumptuousness. I am glad that I overcame my fears for my first bite of you was the cause for jubilation the likes of which haven’t been witnessed since the creation of the blueberry cheesecake. As your crust melted in my mouth, I let myself bask in your glory as my tongue assimilated the peanut-buttery opulence of your being. It was then that I knew; we were meant to be. Sadly, I was also ludicrous enough in thinking that neither heaven nor earth could make us part; neither mountains nor the skies could tear us apart.
It seems now that part we must. It is a shallow world we live in. I have long tried to maintain an air of nonchalance about me whenever sizes were being discussed. I tried not to care; I swear I did; but now it seems that in order for me to fit into society, I must fit into a certain size. Ergo, for me to be accepted into society, I must cut all ties with you. I hope you do know how painful this is for me, but alas! it is a shallow world we live in.
It pains me, it really does, when I realize that I may never again feel your buttery smoothness on my tongue. It breaks me, it really does, when I realize that I may never again smell your divine aroma. It crushes me, it really does, when I realize that I may never again sink my teeth into your moist interior, relishing each bite as flavours overwhelm my senses and all too soon, they are gone; leaving me wanting, craving, desiring, longing for more.
I shall write no more. I shall not make this any more arduous than it already is. They say, if you love something, let it go. I am letting you go and I hope that if and when I am finally able to squeeze into society, you will come back to me.
Till then, you shall forever occupy a corner of by heavy and broken heart.