coffee shop and a song

Who won't go for a great love story? Admit it, every time our ears catch love piece, even if it ends tragically - we are moved, we are mesmerized and we try to be recommitted of making our own love story last.

"You came along, unexpectedly, I was doing fine in my little world ..."

It was another ordinary day of September blue, or so i thought. I was dying of boredom witnessing the harsh droplets of rain cascading down the windowpane. Several times, i wanted to dash out and feel the rain, but since life was weary, i remained seated, enjoying my cup of now-cold hot cappucino. And there exactly where you came into my life, in the centermost of my loneliness. You rushed into the shop, the same way you rushed into my life. The first time i ever laid my eyes on you, i knew the feeling would be extra-ordinary. I was reluctant with the feelings at first, but i guess that's what you get when ever you fall in love. We exchange numbers, one date led to another; soon it became a daily routine. A day without you is as boring as plain rice would do. You eventually became a part of my system. You became me gradually.

Sipping chamomile tea while chatting with you every afternoon after a long busy hours of work gave me a sense of relaxation, it's not the effect of the tea, i know. It's the feeling that i was safe when you're around. We enjoy every minute, sitting near the window and looking out at the cars splashing up rainwater with their tires, and windshield wipes going back and forth, like grandpa's old pendulum. Making me dizzy about love, with the spell of your charismatic eyes. We were happy. Were so happy, it kills to think about tomorrow. Too late it is when the pendulum stopped and made me realized the world does not just consist of you and me. But you got me hooked. I already fell for something wrong. For i know somebody else' owns you, and that you love her.

I wonder if its love. i wonder if the feeling was ever mutual. i do not know. I even wonder why on earth you still wait for me, and why i still wait for you every afternoon when you know i could not turn down a cup of coffee with you.

“'Cause I'm not complaining But you see, you got my mind spinning …”

And so our love story continued, tickling each other ears with sweet sighs of nothing. We went out so much, those trips i would never forget, you were such an inspiration of every morning sunrise. Looking forward for every minute that i'll be coddled around your arms. I've been always inspired, preparing to always look cool so i'll be able to have all your attention focused on me. You even taught me of promises, and how to cling on those. But months later, everything was out of control and those promises, like pieces of broken glass, shattered down into my heart. Damn! you gave me enough reasons to avail of all the kleenex tissue packs that occupied my bedroom trash bin. You are a liar. Everything was a big messy lie! Why do i have t believe that you're in love with me, that i am special. That, it can be you and me, just to leave me hanging up on the thin air of love?

“You came along, at a wrong place, at a wrong time, you came along, At a wrong place, at a wrong time Or was it me?”

Frustrating. Perhaps, i've learned that not all love stories come true. And love is never fair. Never. The truest sense of love and being loved is but far from reality. Yet the magic behind it lies beneath a deep sense of whimsical enigma and no one has ever dared pass through it. Perhaps... perhaps... love is cruel. But all i want was to love and be loved. I can still picture your face as i walked out through that coffee shop door, out of your life. You were cold. You didn't even sigh a word to say goodbye. But i know it was too much of me to expect. Your coldness told me everything. I should let go of you. It was all over, I know.

After few months of deep thinking, i'm back to the window pane of the coffee shop where i had that kind of bitter sweet love. The coffee shop where it all started has no more the imagination of a bright sunshine. The rain has gone yet my cheeks are wet. I have nothing to do but just count the droplets of rain. The place where we once shared sighs and ended up locked with each other’s lips, is no longer our place to be. And this is where i am exactly writing this piece, right into our favorite seat, sipping our favorite tea, now lost its aroma. Sitting right after your table. Yes you're there but the line between the barriers of silence had taken you a million steps away from me. I want to know what’s behind those eyes, but the thought of her pulls me back to my seat>the background of our story is being played yet I’m humming a new tune – let me write some line , “I’m stronger now…. I’m not the foolish girl you used to know... it’s over now…”

Hey, I’m writing our love story – though it ends tragically, though the songs were never in tune, though it was a love that never was.

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