Day 3

We fit together the way I have wanted to fit into someone my whole life. Since the moment I was manufactured, I knew I would not find my home in hundreds of hungry mouths, but in the concave bend of a lover.

I am little spoon. And I had been looking for the right counterpart to encircle my shiny body in the, and by shear luck i found him, here, in my own kitchen.

Now All I want is to be a part of the servings he experiences...

I want to see the inside of all the soups and all the cereals and all the jaw bones that he has seen and I don't want anyone to judge us because we don't fit perfectly into the image of household organization that leaves butter knives and steak knives mystified about the other's existence.

I refuse to lose him to an arrogant plastic division that thinks it can decide which side will make us happiest based solely on the size of our rounded middles.

This separation has been wearing into my handle for months now, all I've been thinking about is letting our love be known to more than just the other drawers.

I may be a centimeter smaller but I am useful too!

I'm not just some understudy whose soul purpose is to save a dinner guest the trouble of getting up Incase they've dropped something.

Despite my Size I've been through the dish washer my fair share of times, so don't you dare bring me to mind as you uncap that Gerber jar.

I am legally considered a valued part of a silverware set.
I am an entity in the name of all things liquid. With viscosity as my witness I will prove my worth in silver.

I'm only willing to play little spoon with his big spoon curves enveloping me tightly

So when my forks don't approve of our difference in circumference, we will run away to an ice cream parlor called Paris and although we will most likely be thrown away, at least we will be free to stick together.