Lesson 01: When choosing a fruit for your lover, pick a pomegranate. A pomegranate requires one precision of a surgeon. And then the restraint of a mother, fervor of a butcher, and devotion of a lover. Treat it like a weeping child you rock in your lap as you peel it, layer by layer. Watch as the arils spill, innocent in their crudity. As you are reminded of your lover, your tenderness will bleed off your fingertips and into its juice, onto the chopping block. You will desire to clean it. Wipe the essence off the plate like you clean blood of your wounds. But this is your way of coming clean of your transgression. Let each bite your lover takes cleanse you off your vile. They won’t let your offering go to waste.