Yes, it started long ago, when he, a mere child first saw and tasted it for the first time. It turned into a craving as he grew older and matured, then, finally, it turned into an obsession. He wanted it morning and night, his thoughts never strayed far away from it, and always, after satisfying his hunger, after the sweetness of the moment left his senses, he'd feel guilty, but only until the next time. He hid this obsession from friends and family. When a woman, who seemed to like him, would appear on his horizon he'd only ask her one question, and her answer better be right. It better be “bittersweet, dark”, because no way would he ever touch the milk kind.