A man who cooked

My girlfriend Irene told me that she liked C but C was self absorbed self important artist.

He did not cook, other than nachos. Or small pizzas.

But I told her that he often made me meals, elaborate meals with fancy vegetables and meats. Desert, sometimes.

C was a different person with me. With others he was often quiet, and subdued. With me he talked and talked. He obviously never seemed to have cooked for others. He gave me massages. Catered to my needs. He played Frank for me. He sang for me, and he danced with me.

Then one day it was to end.

C had a different side that he showed to me, and then he got scared. He was feeling too intense towards me. So I left him.

I didn't want to be involved with him any longer.

I told C that I was broken up about things, my last relationship ended poorly. B had taken my dream and twisted it into a total nightmare and I couldn't deal with it any longer.

C didn't believe attractive women could be heart broken. He was wrong. I was quite broken about it, I just did not want anyone to know.

C was always so comfortable with me. He talked a lot. He wanted me to himself.

I can't do that.

Even if C could cook and fed me each time.

I can't because I have to shut my past behind.

I must move on. I must learn to be me again.

I must get over B.

And I must stop feeling for C.

I could and would break his heart.

I should not do that.