So right now, at this moment I'am picking at this pie, its a chocolate lush with mint pieces. And this may have no meaning to you but it has a lot of meaning to me. Ever since 5th grade, up to this last year I have eaten this type of pie, but not alone. I had this guy friend, my best friend actually. He would come over to hang out with me everyday, even if I had a friend over. But after my friend had left it would be about 6:30 P.M. and my parents were usually gone doing something for my brother, and we would sit in the living room alone, not on any of the couches or anything but we would go get pillows and sit in the middle of the floor, right next to each other. We would put on some silly film and slowly eat the pie, the exact pie I'am nibbling at now. We would eat it slow because when we were done he would have to go home. See that was his excuse for staying over later. Sometimes we would smear it all over each others faces or throw it at each other or just be stupid kids because thats what we were. Stupid kids. Then we grew up. We stopped eating the pie, and we stopped talking. He moved away and now this pie, this type of pie is just full of memories. It may sound pathetic but its the truth. So here I'am typing another quote, nibbling at this pie, slowly.