Cheese cake

Homemade cheese cake with hands and love. Althought it doesnt look pleasant to the eye, it was nice. The cake was soft, creamy, with a chocolate biscuit underneath. It wasn't too sweet and i ate it, slowly savour its flavour, imagining the amount of work she had to put in, to make this cake.

But i cant anything good about it to her..just ask her "Got china milk anot?" its like asking for it. Haha..i dont have anything good to say to her, especially infront of my collegues. After eating the cake, I understand the term, the way to a man's heart, is through his stomach. If its make by the one you love, it taste good no matter how bad its made.

I noticed recently she been togther with another collegue. She had been "missing" from the office, i suppose she doing errands, but cant help thinking she should be chatting with that collegue. She also been going home together with him. And he also has been coming in, suppose to do some errands, but i sense its just a excuse to see and chat with her. Haha...jealously...well, initially it was, but he is definitely seen more compatable to her. I also didnt make any moves at all.

She seemed happier now, with friends and love, her journey ahead with be more fruitful.

There is a saying, "To love someone, is wish that person to be happy" that should be the ultimate love one can give, right? Hmm...mayb not, as love has no boundaries, self sacrifical to the one you love, giving away yr life to protect the one you cherish and kept them from life threating harm...that maybe is love's most empowered act.