I have a confession...
... sometimes, I forget about you. I pick up some Empire apples (and Honeycrisp... or Fuji if those two are not in season), bananas, kiwi every now and then, white flesh peaches, raspberries, strawberries and even some Clementines.
I pass you up.
And then one day, out of nowhere, a coworker makes a comment about how Texas has the best Grapefruit in the world. Or I see "Grapefruit Juice" in a restaurant menu. Or you catch my eye in the grocery store. And well, Grapefruit, my heart melts at the mere thought of you.
Your juice, your yummy fruit, the way I revert back to a child-like state when I eat you with my hands instead of being all prim and grabbing my "Grapefruit Spoon."
So I take a bite, and I remember... that you are my very favorite. No fruit tastes better than you. All fruits pale in comparison to you. The bananas go brown. The peaches get wrinkly. The limes become hard as rocks.
Because you, Grapefruit, are all I want. You're all I need.
I'm so sorry I neglect you sometimes when I know deep down that you are my very favorite. Could you please forgive me? I sure hope so. I just love you way too much to ever hurt your feelings.
p.s. Please, please do not tell Banana.