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🧠 APPLES AND ORANGES

Is that what we are?

Two fruits from the same orchard of longing but grown with different skins.

Both sweet — in different ways. One thin-skinned, vulnerable to bruising. The other, thick-rinded but bursting if peeled just right.

You’re juicier than I. I can tell. It spills from you. When you laugh. When you cry. When you speak like you’re wringing out the weather.

So does that make you the orange? Or am I the apple — quiet sweetness, core full of what I never say?

Maybe my apple becomes the sauce. Slowly softened. Gently warmed. Meant for cinnamon and comfort.

Maybe you were peeled by someone careless once, sectioned too roughly — and now you hold your juice like a secret waiting to be shared with the one who won’t waste it.

Or maybe…

Maybe one of us is a lemon.

Soured not by birth, but by being held wrong. By the kind of hands that call citrus bitter instead of bold.

And the other? The only one in this life who can squeeze that lemon into something that refreshes instead of stings.

So maybe we’re not apples or oranges. Maybe we’re just a fruit salad of hurt, sweetness, zest, pulp, grit, rind, and the kind of hunger that doesn’t want a snack — but a feast.

A feast of eyes and hands and unspoken knowing.

Maybe all love is fruit confusion. Maybe that's the point.

You are you. I am me. And yet we sit in the same bowl, brushing edges, waiting to be chosen together.

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