Love can be a many splendid things.

I see her crushing digestives, melting chocolates, mixing, tasting, with utmost patience, putting together a masterpiece. I see melted Sara Lee's, chocolate Pocky sticks, a stained freezer, a kitchen counter-top decorated with flour, a nearly successful experiment.

I used to be like that. Giving so much without a whim. Putting in every effort I could muster without breaking a sweat. Sleep could come later because I want nothing but the best, the best for you.

Then what happened along the way?

I kinda.. forgot how it felt. It's been awhile.