An Open Letter to My Honey:
You are dear to me, but you are also just plain dear. You may be wild, and I love you for that, but you certainly are not free. And raw? Yes, raw and natural is you at your best. But all that is just too rich for my budget. Even when you are local, honey, sweet you may be, but you are costing me far more than I can afford.
I’ve given up having you with cookies. I am trying to substitute other sweet things, but it’s just no good; because hot, with Earl Grey tea, you are the real deal.
When I walk down the path of the fresh farmer’s market, I want you at my side. I search for you among the stalls. Just to see you sitting there, standing out in the crowd, makes me want to pull that twenty-dollar-bill out from my pocket so I can take you home with me.
But it must stop. Twenty this Thursday, then twenty next Thursday will soon break me. How can something so good for you be so, so bad? I am going to miss you. I will love you forever.