The Café
It
was at this very spot you and I first went on our so called date. Your eyes,
your nervously blinking eyes. Your smile, that crooked smile you make when I caught
you staring at me. Your hands, hands that just can’t stop twitching. Your leg,
your legs that just won’t stop moving. Side to side, up and down. I remembered
all of that. Its as if you are still here. But I know the fact that we are no
longer together. I have to move on. I have to move on while carrying this
memory. Can I do it? You can. Surely, I can too. It wont be fair to say that
you have forgotten those memories we have together.
After
so long, I thought I had moved on. But seeing you tonight still made my heart
beats as fast as it beats the first time I laid my eyes on you. The difference
now is you’re not with me. Silly, I am and I know it. Why do I even go to this café
anymore? I could have just look at your photo or listen to your voice in my
voicemail or even look at our stupid videos we made together on you birthday. I
don’t even know how to answer that.
I
caught you glancing at me from the other table from the other side of the room.
Instead of you being shy. It was I who felt that way. I tried to smile but
obviously failed. Took a deep breath and stood up. Trying to be poise and took
my purse into my clasp. Just walk.. just walk.. he wont notice. Slowly I made
my way to the cashier.
As
I about to reach the counter, I felt someone took my hand from behind. So, I turn
around and it was you. I was speechless and what you said after took my breath
away.
“You
know that im not really here, right? All of this is just in your head.. stop
this..”
I stopped breathing and
everything went dark..
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