Cream and Curls

Thinking back on those times is quite a trip.  They come easily and are hard to send away.  So many things were said and established right there on the bridge, always at night.  The best moments came from early morning dips wearing all clothes.  It is funny to realize just how funny it was.  Ted and Stowe.  The two seem undetachable.  And studies have shown that they are just that.  Problems always find there way in the conversations between those two.  Facing the stars, discussion turns into words that are not spoken, only understood.  Taking shots just to get her to crack a smile.  Ted might be the only one that can fuel the jets.  And he knows just how to do it.  The questions and security seem to match as if coupled at Serendipity.  Fate is believed in, but not left trusted.  This is exactly how things become complicated.  Not just complicated, even a little uncomfortable.  They try to keep it casual, Ted struggles with this concept.  He tries to make hot chocolate without water, knowing that the sink is broken.  Forcefully he ducks his head and runs.  He already knows he is running into darkness.  But he pretends to see a light, a light that is only existant to outsiders.  He arrives at the light only to realize that its just a candle with a  feeble flame, waiting for the slightest gust of wind to blow.  Ted knew all along.  Opportunity arrives in August, Ted decides not to return for a while, keeping it distant.  Distant slowly becomes nonexistant.  I guess you could say things have changed, only for the candle.  Ted feels as if he walked the dog without a leesh, he forgot it on purpose, but blames his busy schedule.  All is buried under the bricks, until one day a thought is entered into his mind by another perception.  He does not take it lightly, actually almost too heavily.  Ted goes back to where he buried the letters and rediscovers those unspoken words.  The black and white horse rounds the curve.  Riding on the back is Stowe.  The big question now is, will Ted approach?  or will he return to the darkness where he once felt comfortable.