How are you? I've missed you this past week. I will always long for you. The taste of your sweet fruit will linger on my tongue for months. We were such a great team, you and I. My new breakfast partner, Oats, is making me feel ill. I think he might be spawn of satan - but who can say for sure?
Do you remember those cheeky afternoons where we would secretly rendezvous before Dinner? Ahhhh, those were the days!
Oats has no personality. He is nothing like you. He is bland and soft and dull. I hate him. I love you, still. I fantasise about our reunion. How desperately and hungrily I will devour you.... but no! I cannot do this to us! I should not be persuaded to succumb to my lust for your plump berries and crisp flakes. All good things come in the right time. Our time will come again, my love!
Until then, you hold the warmest fort in my heart. Locked away until our love is free to bloom once more. Farewell for now, sweet Forest Berries.