Elena POV
I stood in front of the counter, slicing my veggies for the omelet. I wonder if Alex would also want one.
This looked familiar, oh yes, I used to make this for Pete back in those times when I was stupidly in love.
I chuckled, crazy, cause after taking my time to make him breakfast every morning he skips it and when he doesn't he finds fault in it.
It's either it wasn't cooked properly or it doesn't have enough salt or veggies. This made me so unconfident about my cooking skills.
Not knowing he was sleeping around with another woman only for me to be cooking for him and sheltering him.
Wasn't I ever enough for him? Does our relationship, the time we spent together, didn't they mean anything to him before he thought of leaving me for that blondie?
I wonder if I was ever
