We all have one person in life that we love so much it makes no sense. This person is not rich, probably not smart and when you’re angry with him you can see just how ugly (s)he is. This person will screw you up a million times over but you believe there is a good person waiting to come out. The time hasn’t come yet.
Your parents secretly wish he’d choke on hot porridge or his own spit for that matter. This way you’d finally realize you’re worth so much more. Your friends only talk to him to be polite but in their minds, they wonder. Strangers just do not get it. How? Just how are you two together? Even so, how and where on Gods green earth did you meet?
But this person is the only who gets you. The only person you are comfortable around. The only person who notices when you trim your hair by half a millimeter. (S)he sees the sadness behind your smile and if (s)he can’t fix it (s)he will hug you tight and say nothing. That will fix everything. If only for a few moments. (S)he will see you fall and laugh his lungs out. Then (s)he will lie next to you in the dirt.
This person is your pumpkin. (S)he is the taste that makes everyone gag. But for you (s)he is an acquired taste that only your taste buds can savor. And you will keep eating this pumpkin no matter what everyone thinks. Sometimes you’ll hate it. It will be so predictable that however you cut, it will be orange inside.
Sometimes it will be watery or have too much fiber and you’ll think of potatoes and green bananas. You will think of mangoes that ooze with sweetness and of exotic fish served raw.At the end of these thoughts you will think of your pumpkin. Of how you two are a perfect fit. Of how you crave for it, mashed, diced or otherwise served. And it’s the only thing you’ll eat, because the heart eats pumpkins. Probably with soup.