You were delicious.
Your creamy Peanut Butter frosting was decadent and delightful.
Your fluffy, moist posterior brought tears of joy to my eyes as I sunk the fork into you.
As I watched you travel on that fork from the plate to my mouth, I felt anticipation like never before.
You felt like heaven in my mouth, bringing joy to my tastebuds as they alighted with flavour and richness.
I savoured you.
I savoured every little crumb.
You may be worth a zillion calories, but you were oh so worth it.
There shan't be another like you for quite some time...
Okay, I lie, because my brother's wedding occurs this weekend.
But I assure you, it won't hold a candle to your chocolatey, peanut buttery deliciousness.
And now, my dear little cupcake, the time has come for me to move on.
Remembering always, the satisfaction I gained from your consumption,
Safe with the knowledge that I don't need that experience as often as I think I do.
To do that would be to cheapen what we had, and that would be a great injustice.
So I walk forward, without worry, without regret.
I wish you the best, and please be kind to my ass.