My First Love

I didn't tell you the other girl that I was in love with because I was a little bit embarrassed about it- she is really old even though most people think of her as a youthful beauty.

Her cherubic face and warm smile are always inviting and many people are on a first name basis with her. I first met her when I was just a boy, I always sat at lunch with her, then I wouldn't see her again until the next day- when we were apart I always missed her. Sometimes she smelled of cinnamon, sometimes of sugar- she was always super sweet. No matter how many times I tried to break it off with her, I always felt compelled to come back, I was drawn to her sugary sweetness like bees to pollen, like ants to anything edible, like a deer panting for water.

I loved to take her on a picnic, out to the park, on a field trip, no matter where I went she was always low maintenance- always the same, always wonderful. Over the years she has wondered in and out of my life, I have asked her to marry me numerous times but I always get the same answer- a simple smile and sweet silence. Her eyes are always bright, cheerful. I look into the round orbs that seem to hold the meaning of life, and I know better than to ask the questions that come quickly to my mouth like saliva on the lips of Pavlov's dog-
but I must hold back, for now, part of the fun is the not knowing, the mystery... you are a mystery to me, everything about you, the way you look, the way you see into my soul, and you always know just what I need, just what I want- an Oatmeal Creme Pie.

For now, I only want to say this... Little Debbie- I love you, I have always loved you- and I always will. Thanks for all the good times, and for always having a snack for me- to most people "Little Debbie has a snack for you" was just a clever marketing jingle, but to me is was a siren's song, calling me to you, drawing me in- I am enchanted, caught in your web, under your spell- I love you.