Inorganic

Relationships are organic. It grows and dies. Or sometimes it gets trimmed to suit the landscape.

I planted love without much thought on how our environment could affect its fruit.

Since its seeding to nurturing,  happiness has been a ritual.

I’m not naive, just faithful.

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