Your glass seems like it will always be half full even it falls down and shatters to pieces

Some people see the liquid and think half full. Others only see the air and think half empty. Sometimes I get the sense Chatham sees it all, which is kind of terrifying. I don't know if I want him to see me--the real me.

Some say the glass is half full and blush,
Some say it’s half empty and sink,
I feel you are in the midst of,
reaching out for another awesome drink!

Don’t settle for a half empty glass, always go for a full one!

What bartender is going to fill your glass if it's "half full"?

And besides, we’re not really all that different. Although I think I’m a little more . . . ”

“What?”

“Optimistic.” She nudged him with her shoulder. “You’re Eeyore.”

He blinked. “You think I’m Eeyore?”

“You tell me. I take my empty glass and try to fill it up with what happiness I can find. Friends, family, my work . . . And then there’s you.”

He raised a brow. “Me.”

She nudged him again, looking playful and damn sexy while she was at it. It was the short shorts with the boots, he decided. Or everything. It was everything.

“You take that empty glass,” she said, happily analyzing him. “And you wonder what the heck to do with it. You don’t need the glass, you don’t have time for the glass. Hell, you’ll just drink from a spigot if you get thirsty. And in any case, there’s probably another one up the road if that one runs out, so—