What becomes of the broken hearted

Do you remember that song? I think it was the Drifters and I used to hum along to it when I was a kid without really thinking.

But what does become of them? Well, they go off cooking, don't buy cookbooks and food shopping is no longer a necessity. The hours spent trawling the aisles at deli's and supermarkets is reduced to a late night when I can be bothered.

My boy has new horizons already and I'm still stuck in the old one - horrible thing is that no amount of broken heart curry or tender chocolate cake can repair this friendship at the moment. And I feel super rubbish as I make it so hard for him and he still want's to know me albeit, guardedly at the moment.

One day, I'll make a cake for him again.