“Life is like a box of chocolates … You never know what you’re gonna get.”
All I want is chocolate and lots of it. But alas I have to restrain myself at present, which does not bode well for my temperament. In my longing for just a single piece of rich, bitter, cocoa excellence, I have realized how many of my memories of friends are evoked through chocolate. For one friend it was a shared love of those dark chocolate and raspberry bars by Godiva, another waiting patiently to have the first Starbuck’s Mocha Frappuccino’s of the summer complete with lots of whipped cream and chocolate sauce together, a past Valentines day with a gift of dark hot chocolate mix, to be savored over the coming year, gift boxes of Niederegger chocolate covered marzipan sweets causing issues for German customs, (metal gift boxes not smart), sharing cream filled, chocolate topped eclairs’ over coffee, conveniently missing class or the fun in decapitating the Lindt Easter bunnies. Life is as Forest Gump says like a box of chocolates, as are friends, the ones akin to truffles, once you crack the through the crisp shell a soft centre is revealed, toffee’s, at times a little hard to work with but everything comes good in the end, those decadent concoctions that you only cros paths with once in a while, and the ones left at the bottom of the box after all the rest have been chosen, are life’s true friends. For they will stick with you right to the end, through thick and thin. Chocolate and friends what more could one want out of life, a friend bearing chocolates might just surpass.