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    “Cook, cook, cook!” Am I not as important as your cooking? All day long you try to cook new dishes. Yet you don't know that your food is disgusting! » Nina threw the spatula into her pan, “Joshua, I’ve had enough of your nonsense!” Every day I stay at home, clean and cook for you. But you always complain that my food is burnt or tasteless, when that's not the case. My family and friends don't think so and neither do I. It's just you! Do you really hate me that much? You know that I like to cook; It's my only way to express my feelings. Three years. It's only been three years and you've completely changed. » She rushed to her room, head buried in her hands and slammed the door, tilting the photo of the two of them at the Sydney Opera House on their first date. Joshua strolled down the hallway, looking at the photo at an angle. The memories returned to his mind like an untouched treasure chest reopened for the first time. Four years ago, the beach was a hot furnace, under the sun, slowly cooking the people there, but a smell teased his nose. Not the overwhelming smell of seawater and sand, but a fresh smell, like skin coming out of the shower. He looked to the side and saw the most perfect arm he had ever seen in his life. Long, slender, graceful, full of sinewy muscles and smooth skin. His eyes followed the arm to the shoulder and then the head. His head. A head covered in long brown hair and a face that made his heart race. “Hi,” she said in a rich, melodious voice. Joshua's blue eyes shone with joy, his chestnut brown hair bounced in the wind. He tried to return the greeting, but only a grunt came out. He tried to smile politely, but his face broke out in a grimace...... middle of paper ...... and what you are going through, I can't stand my husband either. He plays guitar but his songs are deafening to listen to, you play guitar too but the song you sent me the other day sounded so melodic and catchy. How come he's not as understanding as you? Everything I do I put his feelings before mine, but he is never happy and always complains. Sometimes I feel useless and that no one cares about me, until one day you sent me a message. You cared. I really want to meet you so that we can develop our relationship. Let's go have a cup of coffee tomorrow. Frantically, he immediately asked her: "Can you send me a photo?" I don't know what you look like but I should be able to find you tomorrow. He locked his phone for the last time, waiting patiently as he laughed inwardly. His phone vibrated. He looked at the photo, out of breath and shouted: “Nina?!”