I look at the bread on the counter.
The slices are rigid and dry. It’s stale. Just like our relationship I realize. What to do with stale bread?
I could ignore it and have something else.
I could toss it away and replace it.
I could let it crumble.
I decide I want it. It’s mine.
I heat it, make it warm and enjoyable and show my partner. We share it. We laugh, we talk, we reconnect. It leads to romance.
No more stale bread.
