Les Go Love Durian

I love me some got damn DURIAN! I mean, honestly, I’ve never been in love like this before. Every time I see it’s spiky flesh my heart flutters and my mouth waters. Jus as if I were to see my future wife walk through the door; Same same. Basically the main thing I’ll miss from South East Asia is Durian. Oh, Durian, you funky ass fruit, how I love you. So, Les Go Love Durian.

Our first date

Durian and I didn’t meet online like most millennials these days. We met the good ole fashion way; in person. I had hear about her savory ways from multiple people. She’s made her way ’round the block, if you know what I mean. From the moment I heard of her I knew I had to give her a try. I knew I loved her before I met her.

Durian is unlike any fruit out there. She reminds some people of rotten fruit or raw onions. For me, Durian brings immense happiness with jus a whif of her pungent odor. And don’t let her looks fool you. Underneath her hard exterior is a soft, sensitive inside. You jus have to get to know her in all her forms, good, bad, and the ugly.

I once almost moved my whole existence to Penang, Malaysia to be with Durian. In Penang they have Durian everything. Durian coffee, durian cheescake, durian pancakes. I mean, I could go on and on. I fell so hard in love she’s stuck with my ever sense. The first time I cut open my first whole Durian it filled me with a sense of accomplishment that I have yet to match.

Durian, I may be leaving you in this moment but we are stars-crossed lovers. I know where you come from and I will come back for you one day. Until then, kill them softly with your funky ass ways.