That’s me up there. A silly collage of me in my fluffy, snuggly, zip-up. I am that obsessed that I am going to tribute this post to it.
Dear Marshmallow, (yes I named him)
You have been with me for a few months now and I couldn’t be more happier. I feel like we are at a good place in our lives that I can profess a few things to you.
When I come home in the evenings, it has become a habit that I quickly change into you. It’s like a soft blanket of love that envelopes me after a long hard day at work. That’s right Marshmallow, you hug me the right way. It’s such a comfort to know that I feel all this love coming from you. And you think I haven’t noticed. You silly Marshmallow you! Not many people get the privilege to know comfort the way I do. And I feel for them.
When I saw you in Oysho at the Mall in Nicosia, Cyprus that day, it was love at first sight. You teased me from afar. Tempting me with your fluffyness until I couldn’t bear it any longer. I proceeded with caution towards you. But you continued to affectionately whisper my name, drawing me nearer. I’m not going to lie though, at first I thought you would be like the others. Th ones who were all looks but no substance. And then… we touched. Sparks, electricity at it’s purest, formed. My heart melted into a pile of mushy bliss. Which I’ll have you know, is a hard thing to do. I just had to have you right then and there.
That evening, I put you on and it was like the world stopped. It was you and me against the world. Slow motion ensued as the music of love played in the background. I even twirled with you. Twirled! So out of character for me. They do say that when you find the one, you end up doing a lot of crazy shit. I’m guessing this was the case.
I of course brought you back to London with me. At this point we were starting to get serious. You were there for a shoulder to cry on. I would pull your hood up and caress your ears. Oh how it soothed me. You were there during my course, staying up late with me while I studied, giving me encouragement. And you were there throughout all the happy moments.
So what I am trying to say is thank you. Thank you for coming into my life. Thank you for staying fluffy all these months. I took extra care of you when putting you in the washing machine. I did not want to lose your essence.
Marshmallow, I love you dearly. We are most definitely a match made in heaven. I’m the fatty with the marshmallow goodness on the outside. And what a delicious team we make.
Loving you always,
your counter part for life.
P.S.- You complete me…. ❤