Pasta & Wine

It wasn’t about the pasta, or even the wine.
It was the ritual.

The way a night could turn into a memory just because it was ours.

Cooking, laughing, eating too late, drinking too much, repeating it again and again until it became the rhythm of love itself.

This painting is that memory, captured forever: two people at a table, and everything that matters between them.

Some loves aren’t loud.
They’re not about trips or fireworks.
They live in smaller things: a plate of pasta, two glasses of wine, a join smoke curling into the ceiling.

This painting is a testimony to the quiet, repeated moments that mean everything.
How the nights seemed endless, how her laughter filled the room, how simple it all was.

We thought we had infinite dinners ahead of us.