Love is the ultimate adrenaline rush.
It is also one of humanities greatest achievements, humans live for it they would die for it. You would not die for someone if you were content or upset with them, so why if you loved them. The answer is simple, it is because love is the same as tea.
Yes, tea. When you first begin to fall in love the water begins to boil. As you pour the water into your flowery tea cup and place the tea bag in it the soft color of the tea begins to seep through the cup just like the beginning of the relationship where their personality begins to show.
As you wait the soft aroma of the tea begins to waft into your nostrils and you remember them: the way the corners of their lips curve up into a crooked smile, the way their eyes light up was they look up at you, the way their arms wrap around you as their body curves to yours.
You drop in two sugar cubes because you like your tea sweet, just like you like their voice. As you stir your tea with your fancy silver spoon you watch the colours swirl around and melt the sugar. You wonder if they like you just as much and think you’re sweet for baking them cookies or cake or muffins.
You like milk in your tea, though not all people do, it settles to the bottom of the cup until you continue to stir it. It is at this point where all can go wrong, all love stories reach this point. It is a point where you are unsure whether to continue, whether you truly love this person.
You decide to continue but place your cup on a saucer in case anything goes wrong, what if they become dissatisfied with you? What if you’re not enough to make them happy? You take the cup but it spills because your hand is shaking ever so slightly, the saucer catches it and you’re pleased you thought to put it there.
There is that one moment, when you take the first sip, when you know you made the perfect cup of tea. It is in that moment that you know it was fate. This was meant to happen, it was inevitable, you had to be with them or else you would go mad.
Everything is utter bliss, every moment with them is like diving off a plane, swimming with a shark, catching the perfect wave, taking the perfect picture: everything is in that moment.
This cannot last forever for even the warmest of teas grows cold eventually; the true test is being able to drink the tea even when it’s cold. But you simply cannot and soon enough you forget about it and find a different cup but you cannot go of that golden flowery one because the cup was so perfect and so you find a way to destroy it. Maybe not on purpose but one day you tire of seeing it and snap, you become:
Mad as a Hatter.
The cup is clashed and clingled until it shatters spilling all the tea everywhere. You find new ones and repeat the process until all is a giant array of broken pieces and cold tea. You simply cannot stop, you need to try them all maybe then will you truly have the perfect cup. It is impossible for you live not for the end result but for the process, your hands are cut by delicate porcelain pieces and you bleed everywhere yet you cannot stop craving for it. It makes you feel alive, wanted, craved and no matter how many times your cup shatters you will continue hunting for new ones.
It makes you crazy.
(Based on this Story Jam)
Fruit from this Jam:
339 by Nemon
Child Design Inc by Nemon
Brendan by Conor O'Sullivan
Pain and Comfort by Aleks
Forever in Love by JuliaTannenbaum
My Wife the Zombie by
Badger Road by ryguy25
False Positive by patrick holloway
Let it Grow by sophierose
Darkest Result of Love by Tim
Love by sausau
Confession by MichaelThompson
The gaze by Ines
Paraselene Love. by Persia-Lili Moharerr
key to life by
Tea by aravio
The crazy friend ship fall out. by
The Desire to Feel by