“I’m gonna fuck the next person that walks through that door,” Person A announces. The brightly coloured cocktail in their hand sloshes over the sides of the glass as they point drunkenly at the front door of the bar.
the type where one is a ray of sunshine who lights up everyone’s worlds and the other is the storm cloud that sometimes blocks the light, but eventually the light shines through and makes the stormcloud fluffy and white
the type where one is death and the other is life, where one is dark and the other is light, where one is yin and the other is yang, where they are complete opposites but they balance each other out so completely
the type where they’re both so broken and scattered that it doesn’t hurt them to pick up the pieces of each other and put them back together, sometimes using a piece of themselves to fix a tiny crack in the otherwise flawless shard of what used to be a soul
the type where they’re both suns and every other little planet and moon gravitates towards them, but they’re special to each other, they light up the spaces where the other can’t reach, and with their combined gravitational pulls they know they’ll never be apart from each other
the kind where one is a spark and the other is kerosene, where all it takes is a single spark to create an explosion of fire and light so powerful that it destroys everything but them
the type where one is diamond, hard and unforgiving and cold, and the other is light, warm and inviting and safe, and apart they are nothing more than themselves, but when they’re together the diamond becomes a rainbow, a kaleidoscope of beauty and color as it reflects the light
the type where one is shattered and jagged and haphazard in how they’d put themselves back together, and the other is unblemished and new and unmarked, and they don’t mind breaking off a few pieces of themself to fix the cracks left in the other’s heart