For my birthday I requested that he make me his masterpiece dessert, his delicious and delectable cheesecake. It was melt in my mouth amazing, a whipped up perfection, an ode to the loads of love that he had for me. It was a sensation in my mouth and the mouth of everyone who tried it.
A year or so later I invited him to my family Thanksgiving gathering. He declined. So I asked that he make the same cheesecake again, so I could bring it for the family to enjoy. A poor replacement for his absence.
He made the cheesecake again and I brought it before the family. When I removed the form and presented it, it melted and fell into a chunky mess. He made it so hastily that it hadn't set up. We all ate it up anyway. Still somehow delicious, however fallen.
It was a foreshadowing of what was to come. That chunky fallen cheesecake represented what would soon become of our once intense relationship.
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