It seemed an impossible choice, like life was laughing at me, mocking me with this temptation. To get what I wanted, I would have to sacrifice what I need. To have love, I’d lose what sustains me, like trading water for chocolate.

But who am I? What do I need? How can I know if I don’t take the risk?

Mere survival isn’t enough. The person I thought I was needed this, but I’m not her anymore. I’ve cracked open my cascara, and tasted the unrefined potential of the fleshy seeds within.

For #MayBookPrompts day 20 “Like Water for Chocolate”

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