Finding Gene Kelly

by Torie Jean

I must protect the cinnamon roll at all costs.

PROTECC

Hazelnut, cocoa, and flour swirl around me. I inhale. Come on, Nutella, give me strength.

You’re not starting anything. You’re just ending the longest game of foreplay I’ve ever seen.”

If Paris is the color of a café au lait, Portsmouth is a vintage pinot noir.

To me, the permanence is in the moment, not the love. Because a lot of the time we measure success in forever, but with my disease, I’ve had to learn to have success in fleeting moments, or else what was the point of anything?

My heart has found its home. I just never imagined home would be a person.

Amazing life. Hah, right. Social media’s such bullshit sometimes.

I need to find that self-love again, or no relationship I have will ever build itself on solid footing.

Paris was definitely a good idea.