Love is a lot like microwaved popcorn.
Sometimes it comes out all light and fluffy. Perfectly salted, with a nice balance of butter. Plain amazing. Other pieces are a tinged with a funny grey colour. Just from a bad kernel maybe, or from being heated up too much. A few make cute little popping noises. These are the ones which explode and just blossom beautifully. The special ones. The ones that have far surpassed the standard set by ordinary. But when I take out the bag, there are always those pieces at the bottom. Some are halfway there, with little white bits sprouting out, and others are still only small kernels. Flavourless, and just not meant to be.
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Microwaved Love
Romance"You Sage, are just like this piece of popcorn." Seth says, as he gestures towards the piece he is holding. The piece which just fell from my pathetic attempt at throwing it up, and catching it in my mouth. He smirks. It's his stupid 'I'm sexy and...
