Broken promises

The. Worst. Pear. Of. My. Life. And it smelled so luscious. It felt perfect. What do you do after this? How can you trust anything or anyone? It’s like getting your heart broken. Now that I think about it, I’ve survived that and I got back on the horse. I suppose I’ll buy pears again. But I’m going to have to give it some time. I need to heal.

Or, I could plant a pear tree. Oh my god what am I thinking? I don’t need to battle the squirrels over one more goddam thing.

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