Noodles

by marlynnknowsbest101

Look inside the love based on one thing: noodles. The fondation of their love is noodles. This tragic love story shows that once you lose the purpose of your relationship, there's no point of keeping the relationship.

Noodles

I like noodles.

She liked noodles.

We always ate noodles together.

Until I saw her eating noodles with another man.

I went to the grocery store.

Bought all the noodles they had,

and invited her to dinner.

I made all the noodles I had bought.

I told her that she's the only one I ate noodles with.

She told me that she wasn't hungry.

I asked her why.

She told me she had a stomach ache.

I knew the truth and I let her lie to my face.

But I told her I wouldn't eat noodles if she didn't.

She then told me she had to go home and left.

An hour later, I take a walk uptown, with a big bowl full of all the noodles attached to a rope I pulled.

I pass Cheng Du and look into the window.

I see her eating noodles with a different man than before.

She sees me with the bowl of noodles.

I walk into Cheng Du with my noodles.

(Before there's any confusion, I only ate Ramen Noodles and Cheng Du HATES Ramen Noodles because they look down on the poor quality and smell of a yeast infection.)

The staff from Cheng Du came with their forks and knives and stabbed me to death,

And she watched it happen, and kept eating her noodles,

And went on with the rest of her life without me and my noodles.