Bread – Butter – Love

That was what he called the sandwiches, bread-butter-love, when asked. On most mornings he packed two of those and rode out to the university on his cycle. One was his. The other was for her, whenever she showed up. There was not much said about this, but they knew that bread-butter preference was mutual. Years later, he’d know she prefered to pack these sandwiches for a quick breakfast when she reached office. To ensure there’s a loaf of bread, slab of butter and some bananas was unsaid but done. If he had his way, he would pack it for her on all the mornings into the decades of the future, just like university days.

Sandwiches these days are bread-butter for him.