I'll keep it simple this time.
"What kind of cake do you want for your 23rd birthday?"
"I don't like cakes..."
But I insist. So I tried a durian cake.
It didn't work out well. I added too much of the durian paste accidentally and the whole thing was too... convoluted. To say the truth, terribly disappointing. It kept me up awake through the night, as I thought of another one.
Then I realised nothing will come to my mind, because I had other thoughts, feelings that were a little consuming the heart.
Simple, warm, love. Nothing could work more than a chocolate cake. Just a chocolate cake, nothing fancy nothing complicated.
I made the chocolate decorations by melting the chocolate and writing it with a piping bag on some plastic wrap before freezing it again.
Happy birthday my dear brother, thank you for being my best friend and my protective brother. I know that no matter what I bake, you'll still eat it and tell me it's good. I know that you'll never stay angry at me no matter what I do. I know that you'll always make an effort to spend some time with me no matter how busy you are. I know you're always there.
But now, I worry for you. It's why, for the first time, I had no inspiration. Without a clear mind and a light heart, I can't bake, it's terrifying.
I wish things were simple and easy, like the cake. When it's time to let go, and there is no other choice but to let go, can we really do it, or do we simply pretend that we've forgotten? If it hurts so much to love, why do some still love so uncontrollably, pretending that tomorrow will never arrive?
and you say, "happiness is a state of mind." Remember that darling, and remember that some kind of love is forever.
