Its like Dark Chocolate

It was so abrupt when you brought it up again.
The rush of opening a box that
I tried to bury for the past two years.
I haven't cracked so badly since the finale of June camp
.
.
I have the emotional weakness for bittersweet moments when I am confused whether to be
merry or weeping. I'll send it to you the next time we meet along with the Time Travller's Wife.