Do you like a sundae ice-cream or something like a milkshake with ice-cream and the favorite cherry on the top! I bet we all do love it. Did you ever observe that we all look at that cherry curiously, we are unknowingly anxious to check who grabs that cherry when a two or three share the same shake, we give our best to pop that little lonely cherry first but if some one outsmarts you in that cherry popping competition we just say OK to ourselves. A silly act of self-console will follow.
But do we ever see or experience the same tacit competition in completing the ice cream that gets silently settled down in the bottom of that colorful milk shake glass. No way! I have never seen such thing. All we fight is for the pompous, glossy and fruity little things. We prioritize a cherry even though we call it a milk shake as a whole. So next time when you order a milkshake, is it OK if the bar guy gives you a flamboyant cherry, unapologetically leaving out that glassful of milkshake and then bills you 10 dollars? A big NO will be your answer.
My point is, we all look at those petty little moments in life like cherries in the milkshake and ignore the whole damn thing called life like the poor ice cream in the bottom. The above lines being the biggest and stupidest ever adjectival phrases used, baby I just want to say one thing! You are definitely not my cherry. You are my Milkshake. Love you a lot. I might not be fancy at the moment but my love towards you is as everlasting as that last spoonful of milkshake that everyone of us would undoubtedly rejoice. Love you till I die.
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