Meringue

Dear Blue, we are spreading the pink meringues on the paper tissue now. 

We are trying to get the chocolate ones but they were put at the bottom under the pink ones (and no one wants to try the pink ones, you know how it is, chocolates are far more appealing).

So here they are finally spread, all pinks, against the white paper tissue. They looked so cute, with all the tiny dots of red all over them. I love meringue. I always love the way they melt in my mouth.

Dear Blue, this is nothing but another nonsensical thought appears out of nowhere. You don’t have to read it. You’ll probably never read it. You might never even realize that it has been written and posted here, all these things about you. But if one day you read it, you don’t need to cringe or frown. And you don’t have to like meringues.

It’s just me. With another nonsensical thought appear out of nowhere. Yet even the most nonsense things seem to be triggering a thought of you.

Dear Blue, we are spreading the pink meringues on the paper tissue, and I suddenly wondered, do you actually like meringues too?

But again, it’s okay, you don’t have to like it. I was just wondering how you are doing now.