My Blueberry Nights

It is the story of the blueberry pie, like the movie. It is not about the apple pie or cheesecake, peach cobbler or chocolate mousse — but the blueberry pie. The whole one that would be left untouched.  Nothing's wrong with a cliché — nothing's wrong with the blueberry pie. Those who wanders, not lost — would eventually find each other, then smiling and looking at the person who's waiting on the side of the road. Not because the sweets of apple pie or cheesecake, but for the juicy and mouthfeel sweet taste and a bit of acid that blueberry pie has.  People just make choices, we, both make choices. Unexpectedly, we, both, choose the blueberry pie.