Ditto on "this may be my favorite read of yours yet." This is soooo descriptive even early on... rich delicious morsels (licking fingers indeed). I don't and even can't quite write like this but I guess we all have somewhat of a unique style cast from our unique personhood. There are a handful of POETS to be had that manage to scrape up some soul and still manage to throw in some fairies and an ogre or two. Thanks for your special offerings on this particular altar.
i think sometimes love is right in front of us...the durable, lasting kind...the person who will give back, sincerely love us---but there is something sometimes in that that feels a lack of challenge or whatever...and we lose interest...we want the unattainable fairy tale love that is actually just that...fairy tale...because every time we latch on to what we think is this amazing magic carpet ride...the carpet throws us off in mid-flight...and then our thoughts go back to that piquant love as you put it...and we are filled with regrets for letting it go.
life is a series of chasing dreams and then waking up to reality...
but there are some dreams worth dreaming again and again and again---we always want what we don't have...human nature..
and sometimes what we do have is more perfect than we imagine.