The One Who Loves More Always Cries First

I didn't sleep all night, and memories of Theo and me kept appearing in my mind.

Thinking about his recent attitude towards me, and tonight, Oliver's inappropriate behavior, he didn't react at all. I cried in grievance.

I was wrong. I didn't consider Theo's feelings. I really let him down.

I got up before dawn the next day and prepared a sumptuous breakfast, carefully covering it with a plate, waiting for Theo to wake up.

Eight fifteen.

Theo woke up.

I quickly got up from the sofa and said, "You're awake, let's have breakfast."

Seeing my exhausted look, Theo said, "You didn't sleep yesterday?"

"I can't sleep, it's okay, I'll take a nap later. You go ahead and eat. If you can't get used to the food, tell me what you want to eat and I'll make it for you," I said to Theo eagerly.

Theo suddenly smiled and said, "I ordered breakfast at the company, so it would be a waste not to eat it."

I stood still in a daze, and scenes from before flashed through my mind.

At that time, I would make breakfast for him every morning.

But later, as Theo got promoted and earned more money, I quit my job.

Because I had less money in the pocket, my hobbies were becoming more and more extensive, and I often socialized late at night.

Theo has argued with me more than once because of breakfast. Later, I got angry and told him that I would never make breakfast for him in my whole life.

From that day on...

After Theo left, I sat alone at the dining table, staring at the breakfast that had already gone cold.