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.
