Chocolate was definitely her drug of choice. She could eat nothing but chocolate, she could live on chocolate and it still wouldn't be enough.
His drug of choice on the other hand, his addiction was her. He would never get enough of her, never know all there was to know about her. There was nothing better than holding her, kissing her, having her whisper in his ear. Her scent alone soothed him, strengthened him, relaxed him... She had that impact on him a lot.
His only crave was her. He was content with simply being next to her, close to her, with her... The world began and ended at that point where he could or could not feel her.
He smiled, a wild thought passing through his mind.
"You're just like chocolate" she had once said.