A mushy love letter
I am writing this to you as I sit beneath the tree under which I was born. When I am all over the place, as I am right now, I feel the need to come back home, to the forest; to return to my roots. This colossal tree is like a mother to me and being nestled here within her laps brings me solace and serenity. Home is a mental bandage and a mother’s touch the emotional balm.
What troubles me off late is a realization. A realization that there is someone who feels like the forest, someone that feels home. That someone is you. I have looked all around but it is in you, and with you, that home I have found.
It is you; it has always been you. It matters not how you are or how you wish to be, all that matters is that it is you and me. Whether you are scrambled, boiling, or fried (especially fried), I’ll make you whole and never leave any of you behind.
I have heard you telling others about how you believe you have found the one with that green, globular goblin of a fruit. I know you find him creamy but my intention with this letter is to show you otherwise and to poach you away.
Think back to all that times when we have danced under the fire. Think back to all the times we have been in heat. We belong together, you know it to be true. Do not fight it, do not deny it.
There is chemistry, undeniable and unparalleled. There is magic, inexplicable. When we come together, we are a mouthful with a taste most enigmatic and a bond that no words can do justice to.
You and I complement each other, bring out the best in each other. We do not need anyone or anything else. God knows we have tried. I spent the longest time with miss fluffy white while you painted the town with Mr flat and brown. Now that I look back, it is so painfully obvious; it is you, it has always been you. You and I complete each other. You and I are a recipe for success.
As I sit here at home with the rest of my family and community, I watch them with envy. They all seem rooted and happy, while I feel alone and unsteady. As I sit here, I believe, no I know, that I am only half-done without you. I need to melt into your crumbly yellow core and wrap myself in your spongy white coat. I miss you. I need you. I want you, my eggy.
Yours and yours forever,
Mushy
