Tiny Love Stories: ‘I Broke Your Heart, You Broke My Rib’
My Poor Succulent “Poor thing!” I said, picking up a succulent from its cracked pot and cradling it. I glanced up, wondering from which balcony it had fallen. Clearly, it was forgotten now. Just like me. (The night before, my date had forgotten that we were supposed to see a movie, hence my overgrown empathy…