Authors note: Also written for English class (everything before the dialogue starts, that is). Have yet to turn it in, though I must say I am extremely pleased with the outcome. Written in proper sentence this time. Better descriptions too. I know it's short (sorry). CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISM HIGHLY ENCOURAGED.
A glass of iced tea, its condensation allowing water droplets to pool around the base decorating the table in a perfect ring. Its artistic simplicity presented through the slow movements of colored water, the only action present. The cool, pink liquid like emotions running free, eventually coming to a stop and drying. Though they stain.
Like life, it at times seems organically psychological, like a trick of the mind. So complicated when explained, the reasons why and how things happen and are done. Yet, to watch, it's simple. Because, despite my personification of it, it's still just a glass of raspberry iced tea.
I try to compare it to us, our relationship, our life. And, in a way, its similar, but it isn't the same.
Our love, companionship in comparison to an inanimate object, my thought seems to me as almost an insult.
In a days time, the ice will melt, the drink will be watered down and room temperature. Its fleeting pleasure passed and gone.
That isn't us. We're more than that. In the grand scheme of things, our love might seem miniscule, but, to me, its so much more than a blip on the vast time line of creation. Such a rarity that is love, we're blessed. So many go an entire lifetime without finding even a single person that they might call a soul mate.
I found mine at the mere age of nine.
"Logie, its melting."
I look up to see you frowning. I can't help but reciprocate with a frown of my own. "Sorry." I whisper, not knowing what else to say.
You nod absently, a frown still marring your features. You see right through me, you know I'm deep in thought, you always do. I know you won't ask though. You respect my privacy. You're keen to my drifting abject thoughts, and see no point in forcing me to divulge them no matter the curiosity.
"You're right though. We're nothing like it."
I suppose I should feel surprised. But to tell you the truth, I'm not. I'm amazed.
"Like what?" I ask, just to make sure.
"The tea. On the surface we might seem like it, but our relationship is so much deeper than that."
I smile, touched by your words. A few years ago, I might have mistaken you for a mind-reader. I know better now.
I feel you clasp my hand beneath the table, a faint blush tints my cheeks at the public display of affection, despite my attempt to hold it back.
"I know." I whisper finally, still smiling. And, I do.
~Fin