Not Over You

Jelly-filled, glazed, iced with sprinkles…Donuts. They're my kryptonite.

As I drag a finger through the thick vanilla frosting, I can think of only one more ingredient to turn my sugar fest into utter perfection.

Bobby Moone, my other weakness, who happens to be equally scrumptious and one I want to devour like this Boston Creme.

Oh yeah, he's also my best friend. 

I suck the icing off of my finger. Damn, I wish I was licking it off something else. But I missed my chance, and now he's gone, just like this box of sinfully delicious pastries. Off to Los Angeles to become a famous rockstar when he could have married me instead.

Maybe I should have told him that was an option before he took over the music industry.

Maybe I still will...