I was standing in a field, alone. I couldn't find you. I woke up in a cold sweat, three empty glasses by my side. I was relieved, three empty glasses that were full of love. I went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, and there you were looking as beautiful as ever. I poured a glass of milk, tasting the creaminess as it went down my throat. My taste buds were tingling with excitement. I went to get another glass, but the jug was empty. I threw myself on the floor and screamed your name, "MILLLKKKK!" But you didn't answer.
I drove to the store. I was standing there, looking at all of the different types of milk. I couldn't decide which one would be the best. I grabbed three different kinds of milk, chocolate, 2%, and 1%. I drove home with them in the passenger seat, and a seatbelt around you because safety first. We got home, and I brought you inside. I poured a nice, tall glass of chocolate milk. The chocolate taste staying on my lips, it was delicious.
This day I realized, I've never loved anything like I've loved milk. It's perfect creaminess. It's perfect after taste, I loved all of it. I needed more. I went on a quest to find all of the milk I could.
