optimuscrystal
I don't like pretzels, and every single time my best friend and I get together, she offers them to me. She can eat a whole bag by herself but she always tells her mom that WE ate them. Her mother now offers them to me, as well. She also offers me apple juice. I do not like apple juice, but ever since she moved away, when I spend time with her mother, she says "There's apple juice in the fridge for you." You've got to be kidding.
When I was a kid our yard used to be infested with mole holes. My parents saw them as pests. I thought that the dirt covering them was the softest thing I had ever felt. I used to run it through my fingers and imagine a world where everything felt that lovely.