…but our love cannot be so secretive. I’m not leaving you, I just can’t keep sneaking you into my mouth when no one is looking. Or quickly so our affairs “don’t count.”
I love you Sugar, but I must love you in the open. In fact, I need to document it. Every candy-cane, ever tablespoon of cookie frosting, every Frango mint, every cup of Christmas eggnog (Fat, this letter is to you, too). I must be sure I’m not favoring you over Protein, Fiber, Vitamins, the others. I’m doing this for us, sugar.