Have you ever encountered a time when your favorite cake gets served in front of you and instead of devouring it enthusiastically, like you always do, you push it away and leave.
I've always wondered how I can always eat my favorite food no matter if I've just eaten it a couple of times already, even consecutive days.
Today, and for the past few weeks, I feel like that cake. Used to being loved but now pushed away. Like I've never made him happy. At all.
And that's something that's going to stay with me. I may not have any big problems, but yes, I do stay awake at night thinking about that. Like a weight hanging in a balance. Not really knowing where to go.
This cake has been on suspended animation since the day we met.