Chocolate from another Planet

I had a Mars bar last night. It was quite good. Mars bars are infinitely better than Milky Ways. It was a bitter sweet decision since I know I won't be having another one in a really long time, still I was glad I ate it. I've had this Mars bar for almost a year (I know, it sounds gross and I was hesitant at first but it tasted exactly as it should & I didn't get a tummy ache so I guess chocolate bars have a longer life span than any of us is willing to reflect upon). I don't really know the origin of this Mars bar, someone must have given it to me (I don't usually by candy, specially chocolate bars) but why and in what context my brain cannot recall. As I was finishing it I felt it symbolized the end of an era. Its presence in my room reminded me of where I've been and where I wanted to be but now it seems I must put all that wanting aside and move on to other things, so I ate it. To my surprise I was happy to do so, what is the point of holding on to something if you can't enjoy it? I ate it and I thought of all the happy times, all the difficult times, all the waiting, laughter and giggles; and when it was over I was content.