Incomplete

Cooking used to be one of my passions. During my prep times at work, I would be on either 1) www.allrecipes.com or 2)www.foodnetwork.com to look up cool new things to make. Regardless of how tired I was after work, I would used to love going to the supermarket after work to pick up stuff and cook. It always brought me happiness when food came out super delicious with nice presentation as well.

Obviously, I wasn't cooking for one. It used to make me so happy to be able to "play house" with my former best friend and have a nice meal prepared by the time he came home. I have recently picked up my side cooking hobby again (cooking on a budget, of course), and today it hit me. Cooking doesn't give me half the satisfaction it did before. I have came to grips that I won't be able to "play house" anymore, and the last meal I cooked for that best friend of mine was many months ago.

Besides cooking, there used to be a lot of other things I did which brought me constant happiness. And although I still do them, it's just not the same. Even something as simple as conversations with others, it's not the same. I feel like no one truly understands me the way my former best friend did. I've been busy with many things, but at the end of the day, there is still an emptiness inside of me which may not be quenched for a long time.

Although I have consumed my time with lots of random things, a part of me is still incomplete...