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Cake.

There’s a lot of things. But then, there are three cakes. Each one baked with love, sprinkled with a bit of surprise. One cake brings trouble, while the other two offer a sweet realization. 

But love lingered still. Chocolate and hazelnut. Creamy and cold. Dense and rich. It’s been a while since I let myself enjoy something so good, something that felt like a small luxury. I used to think it was too much, a little too extravagant for no reason. In a way, it still is. There’s something about it that feels a little over the top, a little more than I need. 

And you don’t need that. I don’t need that. But the problem is, I only really understood it once it became clear, once it solidified in front of me. I hate that. I hate that it takes these things, these small luxuries, to bring out something I didn’t want to feel. I don’t want it to come from this, from something as simple as a cake. But it did, and now it’s there.

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