When I smell good-quality dark chocolate
The smell brings me back to my childhood
I have no idea why
I didn’t use to like dark chocolate
I’m still not keen on it
But the smell takes me back nevertheless.
Why is it that we so often idealise the times gone by
Which were full of pain and tears and uncertainty?
Yet now that they come back in a flashback
They seem so sweet
Sweet as honey
Sweet as chocolate.
I guess the sweetness is recognised only through the lense of the distance
It was always there but we never tasted it
We shared in friendship, in love, we ate good food and were merry
In the small intervals between one trouble and the next
Yet perhaps we were never present
To recognize the honey-like sweetness of those precious moments.
* I usually use my own photos but this time Google helped me find one!