The Forbidden Love of Glassy and Dropper
I slid up close to her ear and whispered, “Classy, will you be my valentine?”
My heart nearly dried out when she said, “It’s Glassy, not Classy. Geez, you can be such a drip.”
“I thought you loved me,” I sighed.
“I did, I do, but,...hey! Stop pouring yourself all over me!” cried Glassy. “I’m trying to explain why we can never be together and there you go filling my heart.”
Then everything changed. I felt surrounded by her love as she held me close.
“Oh Dropper,” she said. “It is just too dangerous for us to be together. Don’t you see?”
“Glassy, you can be soo transparent,” I cried. “Sometimes you seem soo cool and empty inside. I know we’re meant to be together.” I closed my eyes and kissed her silky smooth surface.
“Dropper, my love. Your kisses are so soft and wet that I feel like we’re floating.”
“Glassy! We are lifting. Hold me! Our time is slipping away.”
GULP GULP GULP
“Dropper!” yelled Glassy just before her heart shattered.