The Bucket List to Mend a Broken Heart

by Anna Bell

single red light; the lack of car parking spaces anywhere near his house. I’m desperately trying not to be any later as Joseph hates tardiness. It’s high on his list

tottering about. I should have worn some killer skyscraper heels – at least they would have given me that sexy long-leg look. I finally arrive at Joseph’s

we’ve been together for almost a year, I get butterflies in my stomach.

hands meticulously like a surgeon and my stomach lets out a sigh of relief that food preparation is imminent. I’m starving. ‘I just got us some pasta and sauce.’ My heart sinks a little. It’s not as if I’d expected him to have morphed into James Martin overnight, but when he’d suggested a night in with him cooking, I imagined him slaving lovingly over the stove. We always go out for dinner on a Saturday night to some