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.
