Devoted to dark chocolate.
Dark chocolate is always good. It's good because it is forgivable after midnight. Especially if it's a bad night. So bad that you are crying, holding a good dark chocolate bar in your hands, waiting while you will at least stop tearing so you can bite a piece and let it melt on your tongue together with slowly drying tears.
I wanted that chocolate so badly. The reason to not be able to stop crying was so serious.
I kept sobbing as my eyes were wondering around the room with no particular reason, I was too deep into the reason of my tears that all stillness of the room setup wasn't helping me focus on something else and within nano second I realized that I was vigorously chewing a square from the chocolate bar. My fingers were playing with wrapping foil, nose was swollen so I couldn't smell the cocoa beans aroma but the taste of it would finally get to my brain through receptors of my tongue and I found myself softly smiling with delight. I concentrated on the taste and sent another square of chocolate into my mouth.
The reason of my crying was still on my mind so several tears insisted to roll out of my eyes down the cheeks right onto my lips and within quarter of a second I licked it off my lips and salty taste started mixing with chocolate making it more exotic, reminding me of box of chocolates I once bought in Columbia with various salty and spicy flavors. I remembered how carefully I would unwrap one small bar after another, sharing it with my friend, how we wold make faces eating them and laughing at each other daring that one of us could finish the chili bar without moving a muscle.
All those memories made me smile more till I realized that it was past midnight and it was the first time of my entire life that I was crying and eating chocolate at the same time, enjoying the flavor of my own salty tears. I laughed at myself till all this seemed to me even more ridiculous than those chili chocolate contests.
Another proof that chocolate does make you feel better.