I fell in love immediately. I felt an instant connection with the emotion on his face. Just look at him.
He is me. I am him. Him and me, we understand each other. In parallel universes, we exist--slaving over a hot stove, making something out of nothing, laying our souls out on dinner plates for the unappreciative troops who perpetually forget to wash their hands.
I get it, you woeful army cook. I get it.
Those 3.5 meals I prepare each week? They're killing me.