Antiquity

dally (ii)

"When did you first meet Savannah?"

I met Sav during the Spring. I am not a metaphorical person, I tell it as it is, but she was the fresh beginning to me. Sav was like I was drowning, and then I came up for air. She saved me.

"What was your first impression of her?"

I thought she was too happy. She couldn't stop smiling, even when I knew it was just a show, and to me, that symbolized unhappiness. I gave her credit, though. She was coping. I didn't bother. The rum and drugs did that for me.

"When did you know she was the one?"

I knew she was the one when I asked her out on a date. She acted like the idea of going to see a movie with me was so far-fetched, but underneath the incredulous look and the smacking of the lips, I could tell she wanted to say yes. And from that moment of defiance, I knew that I couldn't bear her spending her days with anyone but me.

"What does Sav symbolize to you?"

To me, Sav is a scoop of butterscotch ice-cream. It's refreshing, always delicious, and brings a smile to your face. I don't care that I am going soft, I know I am. I'd do anything for her.