Not Every Ending Comes with Closure

Come, come sit with me… grab your drink and pull up a chair. Listen… I’m one of those people who likes to have everything all wrapped up neatly. But uummm… we all know in life… that doesn’t always happen. And sometimes… we don’t get the closure we crave. I had a friend. I truly thought we were good friends. We hung out, did things together, and had been friends for years. We met at work… and even after I left that job, we still kept our friendship going. Until… we didn’t. Honestly? I don’t even know why they stopped talking to me. I called. I left messages. I texted. And nothing. My goodness… it was hard to let it go. Because I like closing the circle. I like understanding. I like knowing why something ended. But this circle… It never closed. And that was the hardest part. And honestly… it still bugs me. And maybe that’s the part we don’t talk about enough. Not every relationship ends with a conversation. Not every ending comes with an ex...

Cooking - A Love Language

Oh child… come, come sit with me.
Grab your drink.

Love is truly in the air — mmm, I can feel it.

Sooo… we all have these love languages, or so I’m told. And if that’s true?
Then cooking is definitely one of mine.

Child… I can do my talking just with the food I make. πŸ˜‰
No long speeches required.

I love everything about making a meal.
The planning of the dishes.
The food shopping — can you hear my excitement?

And then comes the cooking.
Chopping, stirring, tasting, putting it all together.
It’s my happy place.

The smells, the warmth, the quiet rhythm of it all — it settles me in a way nothing else does.

Okay… memory time.

Actually — two memories.
Because cooking is love, so let’s spread it around.

My friend loves chicken.
Anything with chicken. If it clucks, she’s happy.

So one night I made her a lemon and feta chicken dish with roasted potatoes. Simple, comforting, made with care.

And honestly?
What makes my heart sing isn’t even the cooking.

It’s watching them eat.
That first bite.
That quiet smile.

That’s when I know the love landed.

Oh…

And then there’s my family.

Whenever I go to visit, the day before I leave we always have a family dinner — one we prepare together.

There’s laughter in the kitchen.
Stories being told.
Everyone pitching in, no rush, just time together.

Steak on the BBQ is one of my favourite meals, so this is usually our family dinner.
A salad — just to pretend we’re being a bit healthy.
Twice-baked potatoes.
Steak with zucchini.

And dessert.
Sometimes cheesecake.
Sometimes banana bread.

But here’s the real love part.

It’s not just the food.

It’s the time we spend preparing it together.
And then sitting down… finally… to enjoy it.

Oh, my heart overflows with love.

Cooking truly is my love language and my happy place.
Love can be shown in so many ways.

This…
this is just one of mine. πŸ’›

Whisper:
Love doesn’t always speak in words — sometimes it’s served on a plate. 🍽️πŸ’›


If this resonated with you, I’d love to hear from you.
You can email me at loveandlifewithlisa@gmail.com.

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