Heartbreak.

It's like going to take a bite out of your favorite cookie, you know, the one with the chewy little bits in it and the cinnamon, smooth as a latin dance. You know this flavor. "It's my favorite. My absolute favorite," you remind yourself as you rear your lips back, exposing the incisors that will inevitably separate a single delicious little morsel from the perfection of the cookie whole. You go to bear down on the unwitting object of your anticipation, but your exposed incisors clink together awkwardly and immediately retreat behind the secure blanket of lips. You examine your hand to find it empty--cookieless. Where did it go? You begin to question the environment. Maybe the cookie had a last-minute appointment with gravity and could not refuse a meeting on the floor. But perhaps the answer is more simple. The cookie may have frankly forgotten to rendezvous with your palate. Was the cookie ever there to begin with? You retrace your steps; back to the cookie jar. There the cookie is, and was the whole time, hiding behind the jar, not wanting to come out. You're afraid you've offended it. Had you been over eager? The two of you have been apart for a long time. Is it even the same cookie as the one you've imagined in your head? The two of you finally meet, but you find its savor reluctant. Another bite still does not satisfy. You spend the remaining time chewing puzzling over its bizarreness. Once again, you're asking, "Where did the cookie go?" You wonder if it will ever be the same as it was before, if the flavors will ever mix in just the right way that you remember. You inevitably come to another interlude with your former favorite. The memories of cherished past and recent history are both vividly in your mind as you approach with a paradoxical disillusioned hopefulness; a sort of detached passion. Promises are made as the scent of it rekindles the fire in your belly. Again they're disappointed. How much more do you endure? Should you eat the cookie, knowing its savor may never be less than reluctant? Or do you walk away? Things have changed now. That cookie will never taste the same, and you'll never be able to take the first bite with the same guileless excitement. How many times do you try again before giving up?