Although rejected by the Colonel, I can vouch that he is a respectable charming individual. His drive for quality and pure love and passion for his craft draw me in everytime. His snow white hair has me under a spell, even when I close my eyes I cannot escape its grasp. God I wish he would look at me with the same love in his eyes that he has for his 11 herbs and spices. I cannot help but get jealous over that fried chicken, handled with such care and grace by such a talented being. Why doesnt he love me? Is this chicken more valuable? I cannot lie when I say it truly does take me on a trip when it is graced upon my taste buds, but the melancholic emotions that swell from my shattered heart take over every time. I cant stop thinking about him.... They always say kiss the cook, but when does the cook kiss back? Im lonely... All I want is him.. I want to wake up by his side seeing that handsome smile, the same smile that incaptured me when I first had to pleasure to gaze upon his complex. I feel locked in a cage when im without him, unable to live without him.. He brings me joy Ive never experienced before. His sultury silver eyes send shivers down my spine when he gazes down upon me and I cant help but blush everytime. I yearn for him to look at me like that again, but I cannot hold him back from his dreams, even if i am not in them.... I just want the Colonel happy... Its just not fair.. I must part my ways with him, cut the ties that chain me to his side, for Im just living in a fantasy that he wants no part of. I wish him the best.. For this I must leave you with, I will never forget you, I will never stop hoping, praying, that you will one day ache for me, want me, need me. Until then, I will replay the memories over and over in the seldom solitudes of my imprisoned mind and maybe one day you will set me free. </3