You’re worth that bit of it.
I don’t think you’re ready for this.
It’s when you’re eating the best damn chocolate peanut butter cookie ever and decide to give him your favorite part.
That ooey gooey moist center.
Regret was deep within me when the cookie passed between us.
I’d lost my marbles.
But his hands, they touched mine.
The agonizing pain that seared through my insides as I stared at him chewing that piece of heaven was unbearable.
I was so upset.
But his lips, ever so slightly, curved into a smile.
Then, he said, “that’s the best part.”
I know. Believe me, I know.