To my Dearest,

I'm sure you've gone through many lovers throughout your life- some big, some small, some brave, some cowardly, some rambunctious, some shy, and just about everyone in between.

I've been in the shadows for far too long. It's time to emerge, to say what I have to say.

I remember that day, when I first met you. You pulled the gaze of the crowd- you were, to the sheep-like partygoers that day, as is the moon to the tide.

I was a nobody. I had accepted that. In fact, I was fully and entirely prepared to stand alone for the rest of the time, to have no company other than the brownies (of which, I have to say, weren't entirely trustworthy), and to be made to help force the masses back to where they came from once it was all over.

It all changed when I first caught sight of you.

You were so luscious, so beautiful- simply unparalleled. No fallacy could so much as dream of touching you.

In fact, you still are.

Oh, you had me ravished! I was thirsty for you, and only for you.

But then there was an obstacle.

People.

How could such a trivial occurrence block our obvious undying love? you may want to ask.

Well, it so happens that this was just about the worst crowd you'd ever meet. They were rowdy, they were loud, and they were hovering over you like the horrid vultures they were. In fact, worst of all, some of them were chatting. Who does that?!

I wasn't perturbed. I wished to stride across the room, embrace and explore your ravishing form with my hands, and to drink you right up. And, although just a moment before I had been nobody, now I was somebody, and as somebody, I could most certainly do what I needed to do.

How did I become 'somebody' so quickly? Simple. I found purpose: you.

Oh, how I valiantly navigated the treacherous waves of the deadly oceans of man! I swerved and I weaved, trying to manage my way through the crowds of boisterous fools (as you, sweetest, must know, having to have had unfortunately spent so much time with them). Yet... I failed. The seas dragged me down, determined to break our bond- but they could not. What we had that night was sacred. It was fate. No flimsy thing such as the feeble bodies of man could ever come between us, much less shatter the connection we have.

Still, it was hard to make my way back to you. Once the night was over, I simply couldn't find you. I searched everywhere, and yet, you seemed to be nowhere- vanished into oblivion...

I couldn't believe it. I wouldn't believe it.

I have done so much on my journey to search to secure our true love. I asked the party host, I asked the internet, I asked the whole school, I asked the bloody corner store cashier!

It was all to no avail.

And so I write this letter, in hopes that it will reach you so that you may come to me. I still feel the bond. I know you must yearn for me as much as I yearn for you. I long to taste your vibrant flavors, to experience the ineffable beauty of your being as it ought to be felt.

Dearest fruit punch, know this: I love you.

With love,

Your Other Half

(for the Love on the Page humor prompt)

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