He made me a breakfast. I was feeling sick because I didn't have anything to eat the day before and because I didn't get much sleep at night. Our fridge was practically empty. we had some eggs, some ham and some sun dried tomato and he used it all to make a beautiful breakfast for me. I ate a bit, not much though. My stomach wouldn't let me.
When he left, I sat down and kept the half full plate in my lap. I looked at it and played with the pieces of food left in there. I looked at it and thought of him making me food. Thinking of him feeding me made me smile. thinking of him caring for me, loving me, made me cry. I sat there with the half full plate in my lap, smiling and crying, thinking how beautiful my life has become.
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