37| He Was So Big

It is said that the perfect man of the world does not exist. But I think that's a lie. They may never have seen or met a perfect man, but I have seen him and met him.

He is currently standing in front of me and is cooking. He does everything very expertly like a chef and I can't get tired of watching him.

At first, I was very worried and embarrassed that I was asking the guest to cook food in the kitchen of my house but now I do not find this decision wrong now, at all.

I feel as if I have blessed myself by allowing him to cook.

He not only walks and talks with grace, but also lifts the spoon with grace. He cuts vegetables beautifully. He washes the chicken very hotly and I probably cannot get tired of praising him.

"Can you pass me some butter?" He asks, snapping me out of my thoughts and admiring-him session.

As I was beholding myself with my elbow perched on the surface of the marble counter and my face resting in my palm, I could not help but lose my balance when he spoke in