Muffin? Our time together was so short

Muffin? Our time together was so short

Muffin? Our time together was so short. Those words echoed in my mind as I sat at the breakfast table, staring at the empty plate in front of me. The warm, crumbly muffin that had been there just moments ago was now nothing but a memory. It had been a fleeting moment of bliss, a brief encounter with a delicious treat that had left me wanting more.

I had picked up the muffin from the bakery on a whim, drawn in by its golden-brown exterior and the promise of a sweet, buttery flavor. As I took my first bite, I knew I had made the right choice. The muffin was moist and tender, with just the right amount of sweetness. Each bite was a delight, a burst of flavor that made my taste buds sing.

But now, as I sat there with an empty plate in front of me, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. Our time together had been so short, so fleeting. I had devoured the muffin in mere minutes, savoring each bite but knowing that it would soon be gone. And now, all that was left was the memory of its delicious taste lingering on my tongue.

I thought back to the moments we had shared, the joy of that first bite, the satisfaction of the last. I wished I could go back in time, to savor the muffin once more, to make our time together last just a little bit longer. But alas, it was too late. The muffin was gone, and all I could do was reminisce about our brief but beautiful encounter.

As I pushed my empty plate away, I made a mental note to visit the bakery again soon. Perhaps I would find another muffin to enjoy, another fleeting moment of bliss to savor. And who knows, maybe this time our time together would be just a little bit longer. But for now, I would hold onto the memory of that delicious muffin, our time together so short but oh so sweet.