Bittersweet
Back then, he was chased out of his house with nothing to his name and struggled to build a company from scratch.
One day, he came home drunk after negotiating a deal with a client.
He could not even stand straight when he reached home, but he desperately pulled out two pieces of melting chocolate from his pocket.
I asked him where he got them, but he did not explain. He just stuffed them into my mouth.
“Honey, for you! Your favorite!”
The chocolate had melted into a sticky mess. His face was covered with sweat, and he wore a silly smile.
Even so, my heart felt warm and fuzzy inside.