She is the feeling in your stomach on Christmas Eve; I am the feeling in your stomach before you give a speech.
She is a playful kitten; I am a weary, worn-down cat.
She is the Tea Cups at Disney World; I am the Son of Beast at Kings Island.
She is cautious and careful; I am reckless abandon.
She is the first gentle snowflake of the season, filled with wonder and magic; I am the harsh blizzard that has the capability of taking lives.
She is a vibrant rainbow after a gentle spring rain; I am the starkness of lightning and the violent crack of thunder.
She is the warmth of a fire; I am the coolness of a fall-day chill.
She is the softness of cotton; I am the rough concrete that scrapes your knee.
She is the naïve laugh of a child; I am the crushing silence of an empty apartment.
She is child-like innocence and hope; I am unadulterated rage and disappointment.
She creates happiness; I destroy.
However...
She has the knowledge to know the tomato is a fruit; I have the knowledge to know you NEVER put green and purple together.
She also has the wisdom to not put said tomato in a fruit salad; I also know that I don't like tomatoes.
She is the warmth of a hug from a good friend; I am the lightening that transfers between the lips of two lovers.
She is the brightness of the sun; I am the changing of the moon.
She is a flower; I am a shooting star.
She is the happiness of a purple cat; I am the mysteriousness of an ajar door.
She is the peacefulness of a library; I am the excitement of bursting fireworks.
She is the contentment of a butterfly; I am the adrenaline rush from an incredible concert.
She is the quiet and quaint town; I am the bustling metropolis.
She is the calming movement of Kiss the Rain; I am the steady rhythm of leaves crunching under your feet.
She is the melody of a piano; I am the shock of a guitar riff.
She is a free-flowing dress; I am a well-fitting leather jacket.
She is the beauty of the world; I am the vastness of space.
We are nothing alike... but we still manage to bring out the best in each other. And we would give anything to see the other happy.
And just because she is a daisy growing at an enormous rate that continually flourishes, it does not make me any less beautiful. "Flowers are beautiful but so are Christmas lights, and they look nothing alike."
Fin.
A.N.: Plot bunny brought to you by a Tumblr post that contained the quote above. Have a good day. :)
P.S. I do love Riley and I apologize if this made it seem like she is an obnoxious optimist and Maya is just a sad broken person. They each have way more character than that, haha.