Jelly 2

Do you remember? I bought them both jellies, two each to be fair, red and green, conical.  I'm sure they tasted the same, but they always preferred the red - a ruby that let light through and tumbled down the slide to land in the ball pit that was their belly. 

Did you notice how they stood poised over the dustbin, ready to throw the wrapper and slide the jelly in one fluid movement? She went for the red first, peeling off the thin transparent top, and tilting her neck back with practised glee. He fumbled a bit with the green, keeping the best for last. 

You know what happened. When he managed to pry open the second, his ruby slid straight into the dustbin. 

They were always like that, weren't they? She rushing for the best first, he toddling behind, so careful. She now pours her love on us first too, uncaring if there will be any left for later while he waits, guarding jealously his hoard of loving words, sometimes letting them go to waste.