The misadventures of the heart and sometimes, the stomach.

Heartbreaks are Best Served by the One You Love.

Small appetizers and light alcoholic drinks, to stimulate the senses, whet the appetite for what’s  to come.

It was the birthday party of a friend of mine,
We both had a good time; there was good food, even better wine.
We were walking to the car together, laughing at something, hand in hand,
It was like every other night but it was the beginning of the end.


Heavier appetizers served cold or hot dishes and soups. May be simple or elaborate.

Next month, I suggested perhaps an adventure; let’s go to the zoo!
But you said you’ll be busy, probably tired, that you didn’t want to.
Was it really because of work that you so politely declined,
Or was it that come next month you would no longer be mine?


Le plat principal
Meat or fish main course served with sides of salads, rice or pastas.

I knew something was wrong; the tension was palpable,
I kept asking you what’s the matter, but my concern was deemed trivial and banal.
You started pushing me away; resented my presence, wanted space, started acting cold,
And the love of my life soon became a stranger, the shell of somebody that I used to know.


Le fromage
A selection of cheeses sometimes accompanied by fruits and nuts. Crackers and fresh baguette a must.

I couldn’t get to you, only the incessant ringing of the other line,
When I finally got through, you dispensed some excuse, said you’re okay – that we were fine.
But for the first time when  I said I love you, there wasn’t that reassuring echo,
And this wasn’t one of those goodbyes that meant only until tomorrow.


Le dessert
Indulgent and rich like a mousse or refreshing sorbets. Keep portions light and small.

It was at my dinner table when you told me that you don’t love me anymore,
Did you hear the sound of my heart breaking, its deafening roar?
Baby, but why – our love is strong, how could this romance go awry?
But you just shook your head, said nothing while I cry and cry and cry.


Le café
Coffee with a side of bittersweet chocolate or sweet biscuits.

I remember reaching up to kiss you one last time, stood on my tippy tippy toes,
I remember how your arms hung limply, you did not kiss me back, that your eyes didn’t close.
I remember you leaving, your receding taillights as you pull farther and further away,
I remember calling out, knowing that you couldn’t hear – please, please stay.


Le digestif
Small servings of strong alcohol. Paired with cigars or cigarettes.

I did not stop crying, I merely ran out of tears,
I am all out of tired, out of angry, knees bent in futile prayers.
I begged and plead, “God, please don’t let this be true.”
But you’re gone and suddenly all those songs about heartbreak are about you.


Bon appétit.


J’entends ta voix dans tous les bruits du monde.


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  1. Choon Hui 11th December 2014 on 2:20 am Reply

    For words you told are songs of sorrow
    Leave them behind as there's a better tomorrow
    There will come a day when you are able to let go,
    And when you finally see it through, Angels of love will say, 'I told you so'.

    Take care MY.

  2. Anonymous 16th December 2014 on 11:08 am Reply

    I still feel the pain when i am reminded the time the love of my life pulled away, leaving me helpless and soft, with a face full of tears. For a 6 foot, 200 pounder athletic man, its rather embarrasing to be standing in the middle of a rain drenched road, still being pelted with raindrops the size of Venus, and having an audience as numerous as Genghis Khan's army.

    Yet somehow, i find comfort through your posts. I've been reading your writings and found somewhere to turn to when i am looking for words to describe my emotions.

    I would like to share with you a song which keeps reminding to not stop dancing, even after 3 years. Do look it up on Youtube.


    As for you, dont stop writing :-)
    May the peace and love of Jesus comfort you.

  3. Anonymous 28th December 2014 on 8:32 am Reply

    This is amazing

  4. km 10th April 2015 on 4:20 pm Reply

    you taught me how to fall in love with you, but you never teach me how to fall out of love, and the feeling is still strong even after five months, wonder how long this will last, until the memories can be washed away by time

  5. Joh 13th April 2015 on 11:57 pm Reply

    It had been over a year, but when I thought back to the day he walked out of my house leaving me begging behind the door, my heart still aches.

  6. Matt 17th May 2015 on 11:42 am Reply

    I’m not sure why but this really touched a part of me that has been left alone for a long time. This is more than just an ordinary blog post by some stranger I’ve never met and probably won’t. Thank you.

  7. Roy 25th May 2015 on 12:36 am Reply

    It really strikes a chord. I am sorry for your pain, but no doubt you are a stronger person now because of this. Be happy that you at least found someone to love. So many people cannot.

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  9. Thunesh Kumarevellu 20th November 2017 on 9:21 pm Reply

    Always been a fan of your blog…Never stop writing..

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