You asked me why I bought chocolate chip cookies from the bakery instead of the cheaper ones in the bag. I hadn't really thought about it in any detail before that. After weighing my answer I said," I like the bakery cookies better because they seem more homemade to me. I pretend that someone has baked them for me and it feels like love to me."
You were thoughtful after that. I like that, how you get quiet and go inside yourself to ponder. The color of your eyes change from light blue to a deep sea green. Later that day you announced that you were going to learn how to make chocolate chip cookies for me... because you love me.
The sweetness of that statement was so powerful that it melted me inside. You love me. You bake cookies for me. I'm slain. Not only have you learned to bake cookies, they are the most delicious cookies that anyone has ever tasted. They are your signature dish. People you have shared those cookies with know you by your cookie baking skill.
Now when I smell vanilla it smells like pure love to me.
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