I once had a brief, intensely passionate romance that began as an innocent flirtation over Cadbury Mini Eggs. I won't bore you with the details, but suffice it to say, it was special. But in the end, it just wasn't meant to be. Right pairing, wrong time, wildly bad ending. You know how it goes. Even fairly grounded girls like me get a little lost at times and go coo coo over lost love. Many lessons learned.
Although our lives diverged and we each eventually found happiness on our individual paths, sometimes I still think about him. I know it's probably a longshot, but whenever this time of year rolls around, I can't help but wonder if he ever finds himself casually nibbling on a mini egg and thinks of me too.
Maybe he even smiles at the thought.
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