[ WP ] Write a story of unrequited love between two inanimate objects .

I watch her from across the room, knowing we can never embrace, no matter how much I yearn. I love you, I wish cry out but there is nothing to be done. I do n't care if she's a bit on the awkward side. And I do n't care if she's a bit bulky. As they say'my anaconda do n't want none...' and so on. And you should see what she does with those buns. 
 
 *He's looking my way again. It's nice, really. I'm not much for getting out and about, but he clearly is a man of action. Always cutting to the heart of the matter, or smoothing over a sticky situation. He's sharp and edgy, but not like some sort of internet loser. He's the real deal. I know it's not to be, but sometimes I long to take him deep inside of me and watch the sparks fly. * 
 
 I ca n't stand this. I'm hanging with my boys and they're all talking about what meat they'd getting into and all I can think of is **her**. I look across the way, and there she is. All alone. Never knowing a loving caress, just a quick jab and the impatient anticipation for things to heat up. That's it, I'm done with this... 
 
 *He's coming over? Oh god oh god oh god, how do I look? What should I say? Should I let him start it off? No, I need to be forceful. Ugh, I'll probably just spit out the first thing that pops in my head. I'm terrible at this sort of thing. Wait, he does n't seem interested in talking... * 
 
 I worked way across to room and without any small talk or foreplay I went in. All the way. Sparks flew and our fires danced. 
 
 And now I know why knives ca n't get up in toaster ovens. We accidentally burned up one wall of the kitchen. We knives are now securely locked away in a drawer. I see her, every now and then. We smile, sheepishly, and sometimes there's a muffled giggle. And while we may never be able to embrace again, we will always have that one moment that can never be taken away.
