Out of everything Wyet does for me, his cooking is what I appreciate the most. After living on my own for nearly six years, I became quite accustomed to having cold cereal {or sometimes nothing at all} for dinner. Then, when I moved in with Wyet, that all changed. He makes a homemade meal practically every single night. {Seriously, who does that?}
While my waist size doesn't so much appreciate what Wyet has done {I gained the freshman 15 a little later than most} I certainly do. Cooking is way that Wyet expresses himself, and I can't help but think it is a way he expresses his love for me. He isn't one to say "I love you" as soon as I walk in the room, but he does have a homemade meal waiting for me every night when I get home. I like to think that's his way of showing his love, and for that, I am completely grateful.
Wyet cooking something homemade and delicious {and looking quite adorable in his apron} |
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