[ WP ] Take the taste of a drink and make it the atmosphere of a story .

God I tried to post this yesterday but it did n't let me... Oh well I hope it garners some interest. I apologize for any inaccuracies in drinks, I'm not a drinker myself so I do n't know much about them. 
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 Leaning over the table, I let my fingers brush across hers. Ah … Physical contact. Years and years and years and all that I had left for me was the ghost of a ghost of a pale, slender finger, sliding across my forearm till it came to rest on my hand. Until now that is. 
 
 Letting my fingers entwine around hers, I heaved a sigh of relief while staring into those twinkling eyes … They were refreshing if nothing else. A smile stretched across her lips – a hint of glossiness on them … perhaps one of the products women always seem to be putting on – as she matched my gaze and understood my emotions. It had been so long … I ’ d met a lot of people. But it wasn ’ t quite the same. Oh yes they were sweet, they left me dazed and amazed, they were spectacularly beautiful to behold. Some were exotic, leaving my body dangling with little explosions inside with their spice and style. 
 
 And yet … All I really just wanted was her. Right here right now, on this kitchen table that we sit, under this dim power saving light, one hand in hers and another one wrapped around a mug with bunnies on it saying “ World ’ s best mom ” on it. Her smile and faint giggles, her face now slightly wrinkled with age. One might ask why have this? You ’ ve had a taste of the divine, the expensive, the foreign … Why have someone who was so plain in her beauty? 
 
 And I think the answer doesn ’ t lie in the now … It lies in the tomorrow. For she was the only one who didn ’ t have me groaning in the morning, leaving me with regretful decisions from the last night. And yet… there were others too, why not them? Well … No matter what the situation, she was always perfect for it. A formal meeting, a bar crawl, a fancy dinner it didn ’ t matter. She would be sitting there, by my side … A picture of perfection in her own special way. The others always ended up harming in some way or the other. Some made me feel unfit, some made me more active for my own good but her … She was the one who was always perfect for her goal. 
 
 Staring into her eyes, I picked up the glass, raised it to my lips and let the crystal clear cool water slide down my parched throat before letting out a groan of satisfaction. Nothing quenched your thirst like water.
