Once upon a time there were two lovers. He was handsome and sometimes socially awkward in an adorable way and she was a little shy herself, also in an adorable way.
They vowed to be one anothers for eternity and infinity. They were both quite young when this promise was made. They were so in love and gleeful. Nothing could break the happy spell they were both under.
One day in the supermarket the sweet girl mentioned her love of deli meats. The boy scoffed at the idea and called the specialty meats such things as 'overpriced' and 'just as good as the other stuff'. That was ok but those words were falsehoods. Who would let deli meats come in the way of true happiness? The girl wouldn't, she could deal with this. Dreaming of the delicate slices of meat would be enough for her. With those dreams alone she would continue loving them and her ignorant lover.
Many years had passed and there had never been another discussion of delicatessen wonders. Often times she passed the counter and lingered just slightly as she took in the sight of the little beauties and her heart skipped a beat. She recalled fond memories of the times when her mother had come home with little white baggies of chicken breast (and the time she took a bit out the whole pile of meat because she couldn't control herself that one time), chicken as white as clouds, or Chicken tikka, the thinnest of any shaved meat she'd set her eyes on. Sadly that meat disappeared from the deli counter never to be found again.
The longing grew as the years passed. She was ashamed to long for a slice of meat as much as she did so she never mentioned it to her man, the one who was against it from the beginning. A slight shadow was cast over her heart as she recollected the mean things he had said. When they first met she thought he was perfect for her. Doubt had crept in.
Then one day, not so long ago. Her faithful partner came home from grocery shopping with more bags than they needed of Sweet and Spicy Doritos, as he normally did when he went shopping alone. Only this time there was something else. Something else in the bottom of the grocery bag.
There they lay. Alone. Little bags full of love. Thinly sliced sunshine! In her own kitchen! Muenster Cheese! Mesquite Turkey! A beautiful array of wafer thin meats and cheeses. Where did this come from? How did this happen? Was it a dream straight from her private thoughts?
It was not a dream. Along with the 50 hundred bags of Doritos came something else he wasn't supposed to be buying. He lost control at the deli. The angel behind the counter willingly helped him select his sandwich meats. A pound of this, half a pound of that, a little more please.
He was converted by the mere sight of the produce. He didn't have to taste it to know it was the right thing to do.
Now words like "everyone should always have something good in the deli drawer in the fridge" are uttered from his constantly smiling mouth. No words as sweet could ever be spoken.
Be still my heart! Get away shadow of doubt! This man IS perfect! Her Genoa Salami addiction would be satisfied...