Reunited with an old flame!!!

I know it sounds a little nutty but it is true.

I loved him so much when I was young.

My dad introduced us, even approved and liked him, too.

But alas, someone stole him away from me.

Maybe it was because I used him too often.

I would reminisce about him from time to time wondering whatever became of him.

Then one cold winter morning, it happened  . . . .

My breathe was taken away!

There he was again, discarded and lonely living in a box!

An old flame still burns brightly . . . . . .

I promise I will never use you again!

Mr. Peanut, I love you so much!!!!