i smile at you as you cooked; your sweet little hums invading my ears to the music, your soft hips moving to the tune as you stirred the pasta in the pot - you offered to make me a nice dinner, and i couldn’t say “no” to your sweet little voice; you had reminded me so much of my wife, lucille; she passed away due to cancer and i just regret everything of how i treated her, and now i wanted to ensure that i treated how just like the princess you truly were my little angel