Kyle
Coming home to find Maya cooking had been a dream of sorts. There was a time when I thought coming home to her every night was our future. That was before I went off the deep end and f****d it up by dumping her, thinking if I got rid of everyone around me, it would somehow change what had happened to me.
She had made chicken curry in a way I had never tasted, and it was delicious. Everything she’d made was amazing, and it was a pleasure to watch her eat. I got so irritated with women who starved themselves, who ate a few lettuce leaves and counted every calorie.
Maya counted calories, too, but it was to ensure that she had enough, not that she’d eaten too much. She ate the same amount as any full-grown man and did it without shame, yet her body was healthy and strong, her muscles t
