“I am the broth of love. Make soup to me.”
“I skimmed the pond scum with a spoon like broth in a soup bowl. Why does everything have to remind me of her?”
“Everything I learned in school, mixed together with water and chicken broth, isn’t worth the soup served at a soup kitchen. I was a bring-my-own-spoon kind of student.”
“I am the alphabet soup of love. Eat me or read me, but don’t feed me to the cats.”
“I would eat my soup in silence, but it’s alphabet soup. They’re all capital letters and they are shouting at me. I’m not anorexic or illiterate, so alphabet soup is like a nourishing novel. An anorexic should make a suicide note out of the letters.”
“When the world makes me feel like I am alone, love reminds me otherwise.”