it tasted like palo santo, if that’s even possible

it was about four years ago that i remember fearing love, then fearing it again two years after that. my words rarely matched what lingered inside of me, and i often wished i could rewind our conversations, reboot, start over. i knew that love was present but didn’t know if i was worthy of it. i knew that it was all i wanted and also knew it wasn’t like a job listing or menu item or skincare…