I could write the consummate romance
create a love affair for the ages
storybook-perfect in rainbow colors
with just a dash of danger
we could be sweethearts
(more) you could chase me down till I let you catch me
and watch the sun drip over my flesh
as it sinks deep
technicolor kisses could fill the air
just like in the movies
the music swells and so do you in my version
but it's the sound of your voice
it throws me into overdrive just thinking of your whisper
a breathy tickle along the nape of my neck
enough to raise the dead
my ending has you here though
kicking back and counting fireflies
for those nights when you just can't see clear enough
just follow my voice
hop in and stay low till the coast is clear
we've almost arrived
it's closer than you think(less)
Overall, the sweetheart fails as a candy. On the taste (see Table 22) and texture (see Table 3) scales, they fall dismally low. On color (see Figure A2) they are middling. They rank higher on size and portability (see Figures A1 and B7), respectively), and delightfully, in today's economy, strong(more) in affordability (see Chart E).
Now, what is most interesting is the sweetheart 's rating when we measure concept. The sweetheart scores off the charts. Better than overall frontrunners Snickers and candy canes. (See Chart C, Table 1, and also Gage & Gage, 1998). But the truly curious part is when we consider the qualitative answer to the issue of concept. There the sweetheart plummets yet again. Respondents report the candy causing embarrassment, humiliation, tears, and often upon receipt, a feeling of generally "being a bit creeped out" (see Wu, Tang & Applegate, 2011, pp. 32-46).
Song birds, chalky candy hearts, love birds, 14 year olds all entangled limbs and R hearts B, all A+C=true love forever and ohmygodohmygodohmygod he calllllled. he calllllled.
What happens when R hearts B but B hearts C tried to let B down, but B is just so persisten(more)t when it comes to crushes and crushes that crush real bad and C, well, C is a bit of a heart breaker, a bit of a swoon and R hearts B but R, well, R isn't so good at communicating desire and B. B hearts C so B is just going through the kissy kissy huggy huggy motions, the I luuuuve you more. nu uh, I luuuuve you more motions.
and all of the girls have considered what their last names would look like if forever really was forever...or if forever was long enough to outlast middle school, long enough for vows and big martha stewart approved dresses and hair that is both beautiful and timeless. beautiful and timeless. this is what they all agreed that they wanted. they discussed colors of dresses, colors of linens, textures of linens, the overall aesthetic. everything had to fit into those parameters. if the overall aesthetic wasn't beautiful and timeless, why bother? why bother with any of it?
R and B broke up over salad. Waldorf salad to be exact. It was R mom's. It was supposed to be romantic. A gesture. They would eat the salad together on the rooftop of an old refrigerator store, touch thighs and clink coke cans. The sun would dip below the building and they would lean in, not bump noses or clink braces, and graceful like they had been practicing all their lives, they would lean in for that perfect perfect kiss.