“Baby, I’ve missed you,” butter whispered as soft vegemite was spread delicately on him. Her glowing brown skin, her smooth touch, he has missed them all. Vegemite weakly smiled at butter, “me too,” she replied as she caressed his arms, her voice almost as crisp as the sound of toast.
He planted a tender kiss on her forehead, then he held her tight with all his unstable strength. “It’s gonna be alright,” he said with a hush soothing voice but deep down inside, he knew it’s not the truth. Maybe she knew too. But it did not matter.
They melted for each other. It was a beautiful moment. They turned slowly into a swirl of golden brown glaze. It was flawless perfection.