This is how true love should look like

We go into a ramen place – it was busy and loud. You could smell the ramen, bubbling away in the back. Scents salty then savoury then nutty; a cacophony of smells yet it all belongs together.

In the air, I could already taste it before it hit my taste buds. The scalions, the cooked pork slices, the flavourful stock, it all smelt wonderful.

Someone came over to you, asking if we want to sit in or take away. We agreed with sitting in. The table had a tsubaki in a glass vase on it. One of my favourite flowers. A flower of a true love who is given too.

You knew ramen was one of my favourite foods specifically ramen with chicken broth. It's perfect, blissful and filling but also the hearth of foods.

You feel at home just like in the house in winter. It's like a warm hug in the snow.

We looked at the menu. There was so many to choose from. About over 20 items on the menu. The warmth of it feels like mama's home.

I go for the Kurume ramen minus the egg as I hate eggs. You go for the Shoyu ramen.

We sit there waiting. Your hands touch mine, our hands on the table. Palm enclosed, fingers softly stroke. I say "stop it" in a playful way as my fingertips are sensitive.

You laugh and smile at me. That smile mischievous but hopeful. Eyes almond shaped, looking at me as if you have saw all the unplayed memories between us.

"Have you ever been to a ramen place".

"No I haven't"

Usually I just eat ramen that is in a pot where you just pour water into it and tell it simmer. One day, I ate ramen then got sick the same day. I started throwing up and all I could taste and smell was that ramen I ate.

It wasn't very nice.

It look me a long time to be able to eat that specific ramen again after ing that situation.

The waitress comes over with our bowls. It looks really tastes but she gave you my bowl and gave me yours. We swapped after.

The spoon was in my hand, just gazing at it all with awe. It looked really delicious. The white broth. Dried bontio flakes and the smell of pork.

I don't usually like pork but this time it was an exception. My spoon is filtering the broth on my spoon.

You look at me, in your smile as if you can feel my happiness.

True love is knowing, just knowing subconsciously what your partner would like.

Note: if there anything I am good at its describing things. I think that is a bad thing as it makes whatever I am writing 50% longer lmao

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