an arranged marriage, neither one of us wanted to get married but just got it over with. he’s cold, and dismissive, it goes on like that, i just draw and eat and sleep. one day it’s his birthday, i don’t know what he likes because we don’t really talk, but i remember so i cook him a dinner, instead of his usual chef, i make him steak, cheesy bacon bits mashed potatoes, and and greens. i write a small note, happy birthday, before going to bed