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February 15th

Writer's picture: Jenna MatherJenna Mather

You cooked me dinner last night,


and I can still taste the warmth of


sirloin and butter and your lips and


our bed after two cocktails. Tangled


in the sheets, I can remember our first


meal: vegetable risotto and salmon at


a candlelit restaurant before we walked


along the riverbank, me under your arm


among the crisp rose petals of fall leaves.


Back in your room, I tasted the cologne


on your skin while you freed my dress


and my self-control and my appetite in


that same gentle way you crack an egg


so we can share cookie dough and wine


on the duvet at midnight. I’m still hungry


from our first months apart—I remember


the bouquets you sent me, the starvation


of our kisses in the car when you met


me at the airport with your love and a


sandwich and another seven recipes for


us to try. This is just one reason I want


to spend my life with you: even on


February 15th, I crave our next meal.




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