Sunday, January 7, 2024

I know what I bring to the table I built. I am the one that lovingly makes the food in the pots and pans I bought, I plate it lovingly on dishes I bought. 
And I’m at a point in my life where if anyone wants to eat at my table with me, they better bring some value to it like conversation and true companionship. 
I like me and I really am okay with eating alone. 

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