One morning you took me out to a cafe, ordered scrambled eggs on toast with coffee, said the fight last night was stupid, and here on breakfasts will be your apology. Since then, all your falls have a flavor. Sweet, savory, tangy, and nothing tops the smoky notes of your bacon wrapped sorry.Small problem and you're to blame. There is a fault in your strategy. I have developed a taste for your mistakes, a growing hunger for apologies.I've been writing now for a little over a decade and perhaps like most of y ...