Please believe me when I tell you that I truly planned to eat you. You are advertised as the world’s most perfect food, and I know that you are high in potassium. You are a nutritious alternative to sugary breakfast cereals and gooey snacks. I know this.
But, poor Banana, I am weak. I saw plates of cookies and black bottom cupcakes placed seductively before my eyes, arranged temptingly on the kitchen table. They called to me, enticed me with their promises of deliciousness. You started to look a little brown. Oh yes, deep down I knew that you were still firm and edible on the inside. But shamefully, I judged you based on your outer appearance.
And now, you are gone, withered away to mush before my eyes. It is all my fault, dear Banana. I have acted as though Bananas grow on trees. Well, perhaps they do, but the money I wasted to buy you does not. I tell myself that this will not happen again, that I will not purchase food only to toss it to the dumpster a few weeks later. But you know me, don’t you Banana? I only hope you can appreciate the times when I have been attentive, ingesting your wonderful nutrition each day before you begin to rot. I shall strive to be better. For, sadly, I know this will not be the last time.