Brussel Sprout Love

Not last night but the night before, I dreamt that my dear friend Nicole had all of her tattoos removed. She had her back to me and I could plainly see the ghostly remnants of them, faintly outlined on her pink flesh. The one on the back of her shoulder was replaced with a tattoo of a bundle of brussel sprouts, done quite realistically I might add. Every leaf was perfectly veined and varied in lovely shades of pale green.

"Why Brussel Sprouts, Nicole?" I asked.

She turned to face me. "I love Brussel Sprouts," she replied. It made perfect sense to me. Emotional relief, like a flood, soothed my spirit. I found tears well up in my eyes.

"I love Brussel Sprouts too", I stated. She nodded in understanding. We embraced and held each other.

I do love Brussel Sprouts but I love you more Nicole.