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.