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I lost… somewhere in between 5-10 kgs after we broke up, in just a month

I would have 1 meal a week (if I managed)

Food… just didn’t taste the same anymore.

I cooked FOR you, I mean I’m a fuckin’ chef, and I enjoyed feeding you all these things that you never tried.

Me spending 3 hours in the kitchen was my quiet way of saying “I love you”, and the second you left, any food tasted bland…

And I can hear your voice in my head saying “why are you so silly, you need to eat!”

I… I miss you. And I know we weren’t doing each other any good. You will be the girl that when I look back I’d think “what if…”

And I hope you think the same..

I started eating again…

And it’s not as good as it was, but it’s slowly getting there.