pepperoni

Dear pepper,
I miss you. Even though I'd never admit it to anyone, even though I was really really trying to go from heartache to happiness. All I hoped for is, well, nothing. I don't want the past. I don't see where this is ending up. But I see where I am ending up and no way you're worth all that. Maybe we have different definitions of 'happiness'. Yours is of course a lot simpler than mine.

Ps. I know you're a hypnotist. And I also know that caramel is the best. Oh yes and, I don't actually suck in chemistry.