"Are you hungry? Shall we have something?" I asked Jonathan.

"Good idea!" he said. I stood up, when I looked down at him, he was rubbing his arm.

He took me to a cake shop and bought a good chunk of cream cake for us. When we had finished the dessert, he asked me, "Why do you like such awful stuff?"

"I hate it, but you prepare it every day!" I finally told him. Then, we looked at each other with a smile, pushing the leftover cake aside.

He wiped the cream off my lips with his fingers, as he used to do. In the past, I felt nothing. Today,...