So Much, For Love
My hands are full with kitchen supplies, so any chances of getting my goddamned hair of my face are slim.
I reach the front door of my chocolate store and stare proudly at it, it is small but it is my ‘place’, my ‘creative space’, my ‘magic making machine’. "Golosi" also known as ‘sweet tooth’ in Italian, is my dream shop. Ever since I found out that chocolates were my calling, I’ve dreamt of having my own place and blessing the world with my unique chocolate recipes. Now, all my dreams are coming true, I should be happy but I’m not. My heart is not in the right place, I’ve been taken advantage of