I'm at lunch

I'm trying to write a little bit each day. I'm not very good at it yet. Feel free to send me a prompt if you want.

[ridge-on-lunch]

"Can I rely on you?"

"Like gravity."

[ridge-on-lunch]

I was reading, today, about a gemstone called ametrine. It's not actually one stone, it's two: an amethyst and a citrine, formed side-by-side so they have fused together.

It made me think of you. Of us.

We met under a lot of pressure. At one of our combined lowest points. Our imperfections are different, as is our shine. I'm bright and sunny, and you are dark and mysterious. Yet despite the unlikelihood of it, we were drawn together, fused together, and now are inseparable.

Honey yellow. Royal purple. Side by side.

I think, if I am ever able to, I would like to buy you an ametrine stone.