If someone could ever gift this to me I don’t think I would ever feel the way I did about said someone roughly two seconds before receiving such a wonderful thing.

Not only is it obviously chocolate, but it’s obviously been molded into the human heart.

Sometimes I can’t help but just love being literal.

A couple years ago I created a giant [and by giant I mean roughly six-fold larger] replication of the human heart out of clay, complete with trembling veins and appropriated sizes of the cardiac diorama. I was going to use a fantastic ceramic-coating paint that glazed stark white and had these little minute beads of mystery floating throughout; when heated in the kiln of unbearable temperatures, the beads burst and sent red pigment into a small explosive radius.

It was going to be amazing. Jaw-dropping heart-pounding awe.

It was even going to possibly serve as a necklace hanger, to drape a thin chain or two on one or more of the valves that extended out from each chamber as fingerlike branches of human existence.

Unfortunately, somewhere in the top of one of the atriums, I hadn’t pre-kneaded the clay as passionately as I had thought. Thus brought to my magnificent wonder-piece death by air pocket. I still have the shattered and unglazed pieces, raw and ugly in being suspended from their wholly reasoning, somewhere in a cardboard box.

It’s like a death reminder of something I hoped to see so badly, earned myself and knew the potential of, and yet never got to behold in either my own hands or my own eyes.

[heart-pounding image via ffffound.]