can we honestly e date?

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Exegesis

Your pomegranate poetry is shit
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you’re so beautiful. You always make me laugh, you always make me smile. You literally make me want to become a better person... I really enjoy every moment we spend together. My time has no value unless its spent with you. I tell everyone of my irls how awesome you are. Thank you for being you. Whenever you need someone to be there for you, know that i’ll always be right there by your side. I love you so much. I don’t think you ever realize how amazing you are sometimes. Life isn’t as fun when you’re not around. You are truly stunning. I want you to be my soulmate. I love the way you smile, your eyes are absolutely gorgeous. If I had a star for everytime you crossed my mind i could make the entire galaxy. Your personality is as pretty as you are and thats saying something. I love you, please date me. I am not even calling it e dating anymore because I know we will meet soon enough heart OK I ADMIT IT I LOVE YOU OK i hecking love you and it breaks my heart when i see you play with someone else or anyone commenting in your profile i just want to be your girlfriend and put a heart in my profile linking to your profile and have a walltext of you commenting cute things i want to play video games talk in discord all night and watch a movie together but you just seem so uninsterested in me it hecking kills me and i cant take it anymore i want to remove you but i care too much about you so please i’m begging you to eaither love me back or remove me and never contact me again it hurts so much to say this because i need you by my side but if you dont love me then i want you to leave because seeing your icon in my friendlist would kill me everyday of my pathetic life.
 
What the fuck did you just say about my dish, you little amateur? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class at Le Cordon Bleu, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret pop-up kitchens, and I have over 300 confirmed perfect soufflés. I am trained in classical French technique and I’m the top saucier in the entire brigade. You are nothing to me but just another overcooked steak. I will wipe your palate out with precision the likes of which has never been tasted before on this Earth, mark my words. You think you can get away with saying that about my plating over the internet? Think again, foodie. As we speak I am contacting my network of Michelin inspectors across the world and your kitchen is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your recipe. You’re done. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can outcook you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with a single pan. Not only am I extensively trained in knife skills, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the finest ingredients on Earth and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable menu off the face of the continent, you little line cook. If only you could have known what culinary retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you uncultured swine. I will rain reduction sauce all over you and you will drown in it.

You’re fucking burnt, kid.
 
My sweet, stubborn, loving, opinionated wife passed away last week, and I've been so broken. I've never had a connection with another woman like I did with my wife. I could tell what she was thinking just from a look. She was so fiercely protective of me and wanted to spend every moment by my side. And the feeling was 100 percent mutual. She was the one I turned to for comfort after the deaths of both of my parents. I just feel so sick inside. Now what? I just want the grief to stop. Nothing could have prepared me for this kind of heartache. I'm functioning through life, but I take time to cry when I need to. I miss her to the very depths of my soul.

Just a couple days after she died, I couldn't get out of my car to walk inside my home because I could not bare walking in and not being greeted by my sweetheart. I have a display case with her ashes, photo and memory box with her favourite items and I had a necklace made to honour, but none of it takes away the emotional pain.
 
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