I'm a sandwich, about to be eaten by the one I love. As she gently covered me with peanut butter, I blushed, she smiled with a delicious stare in her eyes. I asked "Why? Put honey on, not jelly. Ahhh no the jelly is cold!" I screamed as my crums rolled upwards with a shiver through my crust. It was as if she couldn't hear me. As I lay there with peanut butter on one side and jelly on the other, she did something terrible. She made my...