White chocolate has its own kind of sweetness —
not bitter like cacao,
not intense like dark chocolate,
but gentle, like a confession
that hasn’t yet found its voice.
People often say it’s “not real chocolate,”
just because it lacks the bitterness.
But does love only become true
when it carries pain?
I remember the first time you gave me a bar of white chocolate.
You said:
“You’re like this — soft, warm,
and able to make people believe in sweetness.”
I blushed and smiled,
thinking those words would linger for a long time.
But every sweetness has its melting point.
You left,
and the white wrapper stayed on the table —
so light that even a breeze could carry it away.
Years later, whenever I taste white chocolate,
I no longer think of you.
I just remember that once,
someone saw a gentleness in me
I didn’t even know I had.
Maybe white chocolate doesn’t need bitterness
to be acknowledged as real.
And love is the same —
it doesn’t have to hurt
to be deep.
