once, in the time that we were together. Pasta.
Vegetarian.
I leaned against your doorway, not yet comfortable
in any place that belonged to you, and said
how touched I was that you’d listened to my nervous
babble on our first date. No meat, but dairy is fine.
It felt like the kindest thing anyone had ever done
for me mixing handmade pesto in a white bowl.
Clearing away a stack of unopened mail from a stool
so I could sit and watch the steam rise.
In retrospect I can see that you gave me very little
and I tried to build and entire future with it.
You must understand, I had never been remembered
like that, before.
With purpose. Without begging for it.
I took what I was offered and ran.
Source: The Surrender Theory