Love

This writing is inspired by J. Ruth Gendler's The Book of Qualities.

Love is very mercurial. Sometimes she is pleasant. She gives you hugs, she tells you how much she cares about you, she makes you feel like you can do no wrong. On those days, she wears red and pink. In fact, she looks like a walking Valentine with hearts embroidered on her cardigan.

But, other days, Love wears steel gray sweaters, jeans, and black combat boots. She's Tough Love and she will kick your butt if you even try to get out of line. She tells you that you're better than you've been behaving and to stop pissing your life away.

Some say Love is bipolar, but she isn't. She just will show you love in any way that will get through to your heart.

A Dear John Letter to A Soda Pop

My dearest Diet Dr. Pepper,

How I have missed you! Every day, I crave your sweet smooth taste. I ache for your lovely brown, bubbling liquid lighting up my dull glass. I dream of the days when I held you in my hands and I knew that I would not be tired because you were there.

But, too quickly, you became a drug. I was addicted to the burst of energy I had when you were my drink of choice. I couldn't sleep at night. And so I had to leave you for your weaker, younger brother, Caffeine Free.

It certainly isn't the same, but he's a safer choice. I can sleep at night now, and I no longer have my recycling bin full of your bottles. It is better. I keep telling myself that. This is the way it needs to be. I'm sorry.

Love,

Andria

P.S. Don't despair. I'm sure you'll be back in my life before you know it. It's only the second week of school.