There’s something so sweet about eating a clementine. And not just the tangy pleasant citrus that dances on your tastebuds. But the way the tart smell sticks to your hands. Lingers.
It’s the way it now provides a connection. To a friend, lover or even a stranger. An oddly intimate feeling when one can tell you just ate a clementine. A not-so-secret secret that two people now share.
Now you desire a second one. In hopes to push hard into the thick rind and crack it open. To share this smell and taste with them. To share this memory.
And when you open the clementine, it can get into your eye, and you’re reminded that beautiful things hurt sometimes.
Maybe I should go get a clementine…