Hello, Sugar. Hi, Honey. Terms of endearment. No doubt about it: Love is dessert. And dessert is Love. All wrapped up and snuggled in intense richness. Whispering tender messages, sending signals. Nope. They don't call them "sweet nothings" for nothing. After all, sweet things mark great moments. They commemorate. They officiate. They are holiday staples and average day highlights. They are, paradoxically, both rewards and punishments. They are what you get when you're good. They are what you don't get if you're bad. They are as delectable to look at as they are to eat. Sweetie, this-above all else-Rose knows. |
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