when I was really sick this week I lost my taste & Mike made the best al dente noodles so all I could think of was a romance novel of a chef (my husband) who falls in love with an autistic person (me) who loses their taste and he can only impress her by relying on texture.
This might break repetitive lessons forever—let your inner child choose the best partner for you based on who they want to play with, not who they want to love.
@lexiimichh That taking myself out of this world won’t make it any better and I owe it to myself & myself only to not only survive out of spite but to thrive.