The taste of love

At the end of the day I am still convinced that love really is all you need. Why? Because it’s 9:47pm on one of the shittiest days I have seen in a long time. I am sitting at my desk at work trying to get through a project from hell when the little guy who works here comes to me with a plate of steaming Maggi noodles. He looks at me, shy and uncertain and says, “You haven’t eaten anything all day. Please have some of my dinner.”

It’s disgusting stuff, but I couldn’t have asked for a more satisfying meal. I now know what love tastes like. It tastes like Maggi noodles.

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