In Which I Contemplate the Word "Sweet"

So, today I'm reading a book (Matched, by Allie Condie) and I realize something strange. In the book, the main character describes a kiss as "sweet," and suspects a kiss with a different character would be "more than sweet." So, seeing as I'm on my Mini iPad, and how I love to see what the definitions of words connotate about words in their different settings, I do the handy "tap-and-we'll-link-to-both-the-dictionary-and-Wikipedia." Which is, consequently, my FAVORITE feature of electronic readers. Bless you, kindle. (I do this a lot.)

Anyway, as I'm reading the definition of "sweet," wondering how the dictionary connotates "sweet" in a non-food related way, and not finding the answer automatically, my brain hops to my own romantic-life experience with the word "sweet."

 And I think: "Man, it's curious that I don't hate the word 'sweet.'"

It's curious, because it was the first compliment the boy that was exceptionally cruel to me gave me, the first time we met (as I was leaving the football game my freshman year of high school, in which he wrote the words "you're sweet" and his phone number-- yes I still remember. I mean, awww, that's really, dare I say, sweet. Pun definitely intended.) 

As it was the compliment that He Shall Remain Nameless gave me, and considering how bitter I was about that whole deal, and for how incredibly long after, it's easy to see how I could have connotated "sweet" in an extremely negative way. But I didn't. It's likely because I adore sweet-TASTING things, but I wonder about it. And the conclusion I've come to is: perhaps, instead of being bitter and shying away from "sweet" I think I've done the opposite- I fervently wait to add a new memory to "sweet." I'm waiting, in a surpringly not desperate way, for some other experience regarding "sweet" to come into my life. Which I'm pretty proud of. 

Now, I'm in this odd state of having both NOT assigned "sweet" a bad memory, but neither a good one, and sit in a phase of having no association or connotation about the word "sweet." Which is made even more odd by the fact that I adore words, and connotate and associate with EVERY word (well, almost). But I like it.

And, like Cassia in Matched, I intend to have sweet kisses, and decidedly more than sweet kisses in my future. And He Shall Remain Nameless can have his own. But not with me.

And that, my friends, is, in and of itself, sweet.