Girlfriend made me homemade cinnamon rolls to help me feel better.(Yes,that is my hand in excitement,yes,I burned myself,no I did not learn the lesson)

I never had a healthy environment as a kid,and even less so a supportive one,so,having someone that cares enough about me to the point of doing this just to brighten my day really brought me to tears.

She always tells me not to bottle things up,so,I took that advice and opened up about my issues,fears and old stuff.

They helped me feel better,and then boom, they got it in their heads to make me something to make me feel better.

Even more important knowing how much she hates cooking aside from necessity because she just doesn't like the effort of it.

I am devouring this entire plate like there's no tomorrow.

My stomach will eventually hurt,but until then,I shall be happy.

Thank you for coming to my cinnamon roll talk