Recovery

All That's Left To Tell - Clementine von Radics

I. When I was trying to quit smoking and we drank white wine from Mason jars, you called my freckles cocoa powder and I called your green eyes celery.

II. I am learning how to be a grown up who pays bills, cooks her own meals, and doesn't cry at words like "I think I just want to be friends."

III. The truth is this: Love is an organic thing. It rots and softens.