I don’t understand why you like simple things.
My omelettes are quite simple:
Milk, eggs, some paprika, spicy chorizo rings
You eat it as if you’re in a Michelin star restaurant,
Every time, you chew for 10 minutes,
You smile and thank me as if I just saved your life,
As if you were the hungriest man on Earth.
I smile back. I love making you happy—
So simple. You really overestimate its worth.
Me frying up this mixture of things is an exchange
Of my simple human love.
I guess you washing up the plates shows that it is a requited one.
