Bittersweet overlain by sour attitude. Something unique and fresh, gone unnoticed by many, but adored by the ones with sane mind. This is why I love you, you are like lemon zest.
That’s what he said to me. That is why I love him, too. He sees things in me that I have never noticed about myself before. The lemon sprinkle of my personality that makes me sweet, but just as sour.
“Really? That’s how you see me?” I ask sometimes. “Yes, you are the lemon zest that sprinkles my cake to make it all the more special.”
I hug him tight and whisper to him, “You are the sugar that makes my sour bearable.” “I love you, too.”