Songs without Words

So my neighbor had a deliciously full plate of Nepalese cuisine, all prepared for him by his girlfriend – all he had to do was microwave the multi-course meal, and voila!  And it smelled scrumptious, too.  He spotted me, sitting there in the lounge, stabbing at stewed tomatoes in a can (by choice, thank you very much) and uttered, “Straight out of the can?”  It took me a few moments to realize that he had on that expression that you only wear when you pity someone with that “bleeding heart.”  It was rather amusing, really, as if he were saying, “Oh, you poor thing, living that desperate life.  I was like that, too, before I met my girlfriend.”  He offered me some of his meal, but I politely declined.  I had already eaten dinner, and I was just craving stewed tomatoes.  So what?!
But he really can save the pity, because there’s nothing about me to pity.  Like most people out there who have found someone who could be a partner for life, I feel like the most blessed person on Earth.  It doesn’t matter if my girlfriend can cook or not; what’s important to me is already a part of her, and that’s what really counts.  I enjoy food as much as the next person, but the true feast and delicacy exists somewhere higher.  There is a splendid, intimate banquet that she lays out just for me, and everyone in love can attest that that banquet, unlike real food, leaves you full and happy forever.