I will never forget the moment we first met. My heart was racing in anticipation as my lips pressed against your silky smooth, hard, sweet outer layer.
In an instant I took all of you into my mouth and let my tongue gently swirl you gently amongst the eager wetness within.
Then, without warning, it happened. Your hard shell collapsed and its heavenly sweet, syrupy contents oozed to every corner of my mouth.
You had, in that moment, satisfied my most urgent craving within.
Over the years that followed I could rely on you to do it for me again and again but sadly, all good things must come to an end.
My Precious Lindt Lindor Ball. I don't know how to tell you this but I'm afraid our relationship is over.
Its hard to believe that our first meeting was more than 30 years ago.
You see, back then I was a naive girl that lived on the wrong side of town. By chance, I had a friend who was older, more sophisticated and happened to live on the right side of town and she was the one that introduced me to the lusciousness of Lindor Balls.
In the good old days Lindor Balls were an exclusively rare commodity and only came in the Milk Chocolate version which were wrapped seductively in red. One had to make a special trip to a Speciality Chocolate Shop to secure a supply.
Over the years sadly, they have lost their exclusivity and have flirted their way into Supermarkets, Discount Stores and even, (gasp!) Petrol Station Counters.
More recently, thanks to the power that is commercialism, they have incredibly morphed themselves into assorted flavours and shapes other than the traditional round ball, dependant on the season.
I have managed, up until now, to turn a blind eye to all there was to dislike about what had become of my once exclusive, precious, Chocolate of Choice.
Thanks to my sugar detox I no longer have the urge to eat chocolate.
So take this, (stomp, stomp, squish).
You imported ball of sugar, fat and cocoa.
I'm moving on without you.