He gave me a cup and said Take a sip and my lips you’ll never miss. I looked at him and took a sip. Something wasn’t right. He seen the worry in my eyes and reassured me everything was alright. He said it was milk and honey but it still taste kind of funny. I didn’t taste the sweetness of the honey or the richness of the milk. But still I drank from the cup. I trusted him. What I tasted from the cup was something bitter and bland. There was no richness, sweetness, or an ounce of love. I thought it would taste better the more I drank it. It didn’t it started to taste worse.After spitting out what obviously wasn’t milk and honey , I found myself in front of a cup of real milk and honey. Once I tasted the real milk and honey I appreciated it more. I didn’t even think about the bitterness from the previous cup.