Love didn't love me as I had expected. Like an apple freshly sweet, peeling so smoothly it slices off your finger tips with little notice. It is so violently easy to love. So, when you bring the bowl to the table. It is so easy to believe that that is all it is. Well... at the very least you try to believe it. That its just, that easy. To believe that...that is all there is... But love is seldom just the fruit. Sometimes love isn't the fruit at all, in actuality. Sometimes love is just a handful of apple peels. Tucked into the skirt of an apron that was never quite so red before.