Desdemona's Cookie

                 He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not. . . Rewind, No! It’s not one of those fairytale, flower picking love stories. This is true love, like Oreo and its filling which seems totally okay, but not in this time! I love Othello for who he is and his tragic story of his past made me fall in love. Then there’s this vanilla cookie (Roderigo) who wants me to be his white filling, yes only his. Not only do I deny because Oreos are so much better, but my giant glass of milk (father Barbantio) disagrees that Roderigo is the cookie for me! Come to find out my father is out on a hunt to drown the other half of me, Othello! I am crushed that the love of chocolate and white filling can’t be perfectly “dipped” for the glass of milk!