It's been 20 years since I last had a proper steak, and it's all because of her.
I met her in culinary school, we were both young and full of dreams. I was making amends with my ex, and she was making me amends with her ex.
We bonded over our shared love of steak, and for a while, it was perfect. But like all things, it wasn't meant to last.
Now, I'm stuck in this rut, with a freezer full of steak, and a heart full of regret.
Perhaps, it's time to move on, but the steak remains, a constant reminder of what could've been.
Want to know more about the steak that got away?
Read more about the steak that I still eat for one.
Or, if you must know, about the steak she still eats for none.
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