You bring me food the way I like, extra cheese, no pickles, a Coke on ice— small gestures that whisper you still know me. Then you ask for two kisses, and I give them, because they’re soft, familiar, a language we never forgot. But afterward, I’m left holding questions, wondering if your lips are a promise or just a memory you’re not ready to let go. Two kisses— and I feel both warmth and ache, a reminder that closeness doesn’t always mean return. #FoodAndAffection #FoodWithFeelings