Sweet Tooth (mark I)

I've never been fond of things overly sweet, whether they were sugary words or sugary cakes. Cookies and cream held no appeal, and towards frostings I only felt mild distaste.

But lately I've been craving candies. Hard or soft, sweet or tangy. Ice creams and rice crispies, brownies and chocolate goods. Tastes that will melt in my mouth and satisfy something inside. I can't put my finger on what this feeling is, but as soon as the sweets reach my mouth, no matter how much I wanted it before, I realize it's not what I'm looking for. 

I don't want hot chocolate. I want my mother's company in the kitchen and the aroma of hot milk and honey for a late night sip.

I don't want gummies. I want to share them with my friends, people who know and understand me and who I am, and I want to laugh about their strange shapes as we eat more than we want to just for the fun of it.

I don't want cookies. I want to bake them in a kitchen of my own, in the comfort of my own home, to make them with less sugar than the recipe calls for because I've never been fond of things overly sweet.

Less of a Sweet Tooth, and more of a Sweet Heart that is yearning to go home to the familiar, where everything is naturally sweetened, no artificial additives, and no sugar added because no more is needed.