I want a lover that is like Italian wedding soup…
Looking out of my little box window today, eating soup, I had this revelation-
I want a lover that is like Italian wedding soup…
Yep…
In my younger years, I wanted the lover that resembled more of the Tom Yum Thai soup.
Spicy,
Made me cry…
Hurt so bad but felt so good.
Made my heart burn.
Not anymore.
I want to partake in a lover that has it all. That feels like home.
Just like Italian wedding soup…
You’ve got your goodness in the form of spinach…something that nurtures you and gives you vitality.
You’ve got your substance in the form of meatballs…should go there?:) I think you get the point…
You have your heartiness and fill in the form of pasta.
Then you have your flavorful broth, warms the soul. Makes a day like today bearable…in fact, almost beautiful.
Italian wedding soup has it all…in the perfect balance. Where the flavors all dance together~ complimenting each other.
It doesn’t smack you silly. Or pack a punch that leaves you breathless.
It is simply perfection…just as it is.
Almost arrogant in its simplicity. As if it knows it has it all…
No need for flashy demonstrations of greatness.
Alchemy at its finest.
A lover like Italian wedding soup…
Yeah, just warms my little soul to think about it.J
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