Love is a Plastic Grocery Bag

Sometimes I feel like love is a plastic grocery bag that you overload with expectation and it begins to stretch and stretch from the weight until you are holding two thinly stretched pieces of plastic that you hope will stay intact until you can get home and set the load down.

But instead the bag breaks and spills out all the contents of your heart for everyone to see.

Snow in the hair

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