by Alejandra Ramos
On an impulse, she
bought a bottle of Orange-Orange Vitamin Water at the 7-Eleven last
night and drank it. She felt closer to him for a moment while she
swallowed, making up for those times she'd refused for reasons that
never really existed. "Water sans vitamins," she'd said while she
stretched out on his moonlit bed waiting for him to come back from the
kitchen cool-skinned with clinking glass in hand. She grips the bottle
and gulps quickly now, attempting to fill the gaps with the only piece
of him currently within reach, but as she nears the plastic bottom she
understands: two dollars and fifty cents of citrus-flavored water on a
convenience store shelf just won't cut it. This, she notes, is one of
those times when the sum of the parts will never, ever equal the whole.
She misses the whole.
Alejandra Ramos lives in New York City, where she is a magazine editor, writer, and consummate daydreamer.