My friend Karl used to tease me that every month I’d be with a different guy; he called them my “flavor” of the month. It was partly a joke, but for the most part, the truth about it was he was right. I’ve had my share of experiences with guys from a reconnected childhood friend to a free souled indie musician to a European soccer playing jerk. They were all different; they all had their good bits and bad, but ultimately none of them lasted. They all lost their “flavor”. It’s an unfortunate occurrence that happened often; however I’ve come to realize that Everlasting Gobstoppers are far superior.

My boyfriend thinks the truth about them is that they really don’t last forever. He’s right, but that’s the truth about everything. Nothing really lasts forever, do they? The real truth, therefore, about Everlasting Gobstoppers is that, simply, they exist (the fictional, conceptual one, I hope you know) and that I’ve found one. I’ve found someone who isn’t simply a “flavor” of one kind prone to dry out, but essentially a constantly refreshing individual who I hope to see no end with. With him, my happiness is stretched out to an endless extent. I’ve fallen and I’ve become the kind of girl that who I was six months ago would have been disgusted by.

There’s no story, no hidden meaning, and no complicated explanation. Its pseudo existence in my life is there solely to serve as a metaphor for my happiness and feelings for something, otherwise, difficult to explain.

Ultimately, “I just want to say that I [like him] so much, sometimes I can’t even breathe,”