A Recipe for Heartbreak

Ingredients:

Crust:

2 cups of a 6’2”, lanky boy

½ cup endearing smile

2 tablespoons of hazel eyes that look greener in the light

¼ cup of brown hair that would turn into a mullet when it got too long

Dash of convenience

Filling:

3 packages (softened) of jokes that you couldn’t help but laugh at, even if you didn’t really understand them

1-1/2 cups of caring about everyone else more than himself

4 large eggs of patience

1 teaspoon of self-doubt

Topping:

2 cups of peculiar style

2 tablespoons of feeling like home

1 teaspoon of facial hair that just won’t grow

¼ cup of always checking in

Directions:

In a small bowl, combine the boy, smile, and eyes; stir in the hair. Go on Tinder and swipe right when you see the boy. You aren’t interested when he messages you at first, leaving him on read. A couple days later, you see an attractive and familiar boy in your class, coming to realize he is your Tinder match. The panic and embarrassment sink in with seeing someone from a dating app in public, especially when it’s in a class that’s only two-weeks into the semester. After consulting your friends on if you should unmatch or talk to him, you decide the latter. The connection is instant. You learn you’re both Communication majors, interning at the radio, and even live on the same street. Add a dash of convenience.

In a large bowl, beat the jokes, caring, and patience until smooth. Years you’ve waited to meet someone who can handle all your complex thoughts and insecurities. Someone who listens. Someone who is understanding. Someone that cares about knowing you as a person, rather than someone who he can have sex with and never speak to again. He asks about your childhood, anxieties, passions, fears, loves, and feelings. You ask him the same and you grow to admire him. Not only does he care about you, he cares about everyone, a crowd-pleaser you could say. His passion for others is one of the many things you love about him, but it could sometimes be a flaw. He cares so much about the well-being of others, that he often neglects time for himself.

Add the self-doubt into the large bowl and beat on low. He sometimes fails to realize the amount of potential he has. He was, and still is capable of so many things. You try to tell him to push himself and take risks, but no. He is too busy… too busy to do things that would make all the difference for his future. You stop pushing because he is capable of making his own choices.

Bake for six months until you’re in love. You spend those six months getting to know the ins and outs of each other and what makes you both human. You’re each other’s healthiest and most stable relationship. You make each other so happy. You bring out the best within one another. You challenge one another to try new things. You are there for each other. You are good for each other. At the end of the six months, you break up.

Combine the peculiar style, feeling like home, and the facial hair that won’t grow; fold in the always checking in. Spread over the heartbreak.

Here’s the recipe I based this off of: https://www.tasteofhome.com/recipes/family-favorite-cheesecake/. It’s my favorite cheesecake!