To Salt From Pepper

Dear Salt,

Let me start off by saying: I miss you. Lots. I feel like it's been ages since I've seen you.

I miss our late night conversations. I miss being able to tell you anything and you telling me everything. It seems like ever since you and Sugar got together she's all our conversations consist of. It's always "Sugar said this" or "Sugar did that." I miss our random topics and my rants about my under-usage. I miss sneaking out of the cupboard with you to go push over the cookie jar.

You used to be my best friend and I still love you dearly, but It seems like we're drifting apart. Half the time I don't even make it to the table anymore and when I do I just watch you get passed around while I sit there uselessly. I know it's partly my fault, I'm too spicy, but you never try anymore because you always want to be with her.

I'm happy for you; I truly am. I just wish you'd still spend a little time with me.

We're Salt and Pepper. We go together. I just wish you'd see it.

Yes, you and Sugar are cute together, you practically look the same; but I know you, you're made of different stuff. You're have completely different tastes.

I know you can be bitter and I know I can be hot-headed, but that doesn't change the way I feel. Just because she's all tasty and sweet doesn't mean she's good for you. Too much Sugar will make you tummy ache.

You're the Oil to my Vinegar, the Ketchup (or Catsup, let's not discriminate) to my Mustard , the Cheese to my Macaroni.

I miss you. Come back to our matching shakers.

Love always,
Pepper