food as a love language will never not hit for me so in honour of that here are some of the best meals i’ve ever had that were as good as they were because of the love
carbonara without the bacon, at a restaurant down a side street of the city i’ve lived in almost all my life yet never knew about, sitting with a friend after uni and in the midst of my first heartbreak
gnocchi during that same friend’s graduation dinner. smallest portion ever and yet so good. 21 and wistful because where did the time go. everyone is growing and leaving and advancing and i’m still 14 and 16 and 18 and nobody has loved me and i have nothing to show for this life, but i’m with friends that i love even if i love them so much it teeters on upset
the pasta my best friend made me when i visited her for the first time in 7 years. bottle made sauce and yet something about it — the trip, and the food — fixed something i hadn’t known was disjointed in me
the first meal during the first time we visited the first of our friends to move out. ramen and handmade wontons. i watch the sun set and i love this food and i love her
15 and sharing ice cream with someone i’ve known all of three minutes. 15 and aching to be known, aching to be reassured there is something of worth in me — she blinks at me and offers me the spoon and it feels like salvation
