Awwww....Barf!

I was viewing some pics of a husband who made breakfast art for his pregnant wife who is bed ridden and it made me long for this kind of romance.  Considering my failing relationship status, I am starved for romance and artistic companionship.  The past 7 years has been filled with tears, aggravation, longing and disappointment.  Here's to the next 7 years; in hopes of love, admiration, pride and joy from a counterpart that makes obstacles easier and life wonderful.

I was at the hospital many years back for a week and my lover who took up camp at my bedside; while that was sweet, didn't do anything close to this or anything other than sleep and occasionally walk around the floor with me.  I remember throwing a plate of food towards him and having a huge blow up - i don't know about what.

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"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing."

-Anais Nin
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Sauce:

Husband's Food Art