it was weeks ago, but in such nightmarish times, i'd like to revisit it... my hans blix dream. hans blix ran a little shop, in my dream. i walked in, carrying a huge - though not full - heart-shaped box of chocolates, and he, wearing an apron, approached me with a smile so big it closed his eyes and turned his cheeks pink. "why don't they make vanilla buttercreams anymore?" i asked him. in real life, i've been wondering this. they're my favorite, and they no longer seem to be in mixed boxes of chocolates. "o, they do," he grinned. "i just ate them all ." but i couldn't help but love the man anyway .