I had interpreted the way you describe Dretsun in a more 'tense' way than just merely a personality, so it has worked less than imagined on me in terms of a flirtious comment. Though it could be my mind, or it could be an intentional way of writing you chose to used, but it is no less impressive.
I leave it to your imagination to interpret that description of Ferrero Rochers. Like any form of art, chocolate can be interpreted, and meanings can be multiple. The only thing you can be certain of is that in everything I've said, there was never an intention to offend.
That makes one wonders; how would a matcha flavored chocolate taste like?
I'll share a secret with you because you've earned it. Matcha chocolate is a lie.
The main ingredient, which is white chocolate, is not true chocolate because it does not contain cocoa solids, which are the main ingredient in milk and dark chocolate. White is primarily made of cocoa butter, sugar, and milk, along with emulsifiers and flavorings. Matcha has a bitter, earthy, and vegetal flavor with notes reminiscent of fresh grass or freshly picked tea. The combination of the sweetness of white chocolate and the bitterness of matcha, creates obviously a bittersweet flavor.
This represents me, in my various sides, but in reality, like it, I too am a lie.
You surely have tasted more 'chocolate' in your time, double or quadruple the amount I had in my life time, so you would know what a Ferrero Rochers is like. One shall assume such, so am I the only one in the blind? That is... Curiousing.
I wish I had tasted more than I actually did. I love chocolate, but chocolate is actually a poison.
A pleasant poison in small doses, but harmful if overindulged.
Are you really blind? I actually don't think so. You're one of the few who has actually seen more of me than I would have liked to show. Your kindness, your melancholy, I see myself in it. Your veiled irony that tries not to hurt while at the same time wants to defend itself. I don't know if I'll reach your heart, but I know I see it.
But sadly, I must go.
One is rotting again, and if I am lucky, our little conversation shall continue in July or later... August? I hope when that time comes, time is still flowing the same pace for everyone, and I can be who I once was.
I am happy to have had this exchange with you, I like you.
I hope to be here when you come back, either way we'll meet again,
don't know where, don't know when, but I know we'll meet again some sunny day.