How to Fall in Love Again
Yeah, I took a rather big bite of the pineapple, but I didn’t expect it to be so sour. My face contorted as I bit into the gooey yellow flesh, and the enzymes attacked my taste buds. It had been sitting on the counter for at least a week. Too early? Or likely too late. Diced so carefully, I considered it good practice as I ushered the perhaps–rotten fruit into the open mouth of the trash can.