I just want to eat my fruit. I want to wake up and run and breathe and scream and then stop and flop on the floor with half a watermelon in my lap and I want to devour it. I want to eat pineapple chunks with my thumb and index finger, no fork. I want to peel an orange with my hands like a monkey and get all kinds of sticky, then turn around and lick the sticky away. I want to feel the way I do about fruit, with another person and I want that to be okay.