Love, Poetry, & Coffee

~ 9 ~

"Would you hurry up already?" She scoffs as she gazes over her shoulders towards my direction. When she saw me slumping as I walk, she lets out a frustrated sigh. "Will it kill you to walk faster?"

I lift my head up to see her expression. She sure doesn't look ecstatic. "I really can't see why we should go." I whisper quietly under my breath, making sure she hasn't heard anything.

But it turns out, she heard what I said because she's slowly sauntering her way towards me. I didn't know it was lecture-Declan-o-clock. "You really don't see the point in all of this?" She crosses her arms over her chest, staring intently at me. So, we're doing this in public now, huh?

Of course, I didn't answer her question, since I have a feeling that it was rhetorical. But when she just raises an eyebrow at me, at that point, I know I got to answer her. Letting out a sigh, I know to myself that she wouldn't let me win this. "Why must we eat in a restaurant rather than at home?"

She slowly nods her head, pretending like she understands my argument, but instead of being sympathetic about it, she just releases a harsh chuckle from her cold heart. "It seems like I'm the only one who's trying to make this relationship work, huh?" She gazes around our surroundings, making sure no one is in near proximity to hear us argue about this. "I'm trying to bring back the romance between us, but it seems like you're not that interested." She glances down to her watch and releases yet another frustrated sigh. "Well, since I sacrifice a lot of time to get us a reservation, we're not wasting that, so let's go," She exclaims as she turns her heels away from me.

What am I even doing out here? Walking towards a restaurant because my girlfriend is forcing me, just to bring back the romance? I can bring back the romance without this fancy restaurant scenario. Sighing, I should be at home, writing, and not wasting my time for this. But of course, I love her, so I'll do anything to make her happy, even if it makes me waste time on doing pointless things.

"Oh my fucking God," glancing up to what's in front of me, I see an angry girlfriend walking towards me. "Must I drag you anywhere?" She grabs my arms and proceeds to pull me towards her.

Letting out a sigh under my breath, I finally comply to her. "Okay, stop!" I exclaim, not loud enough for anyone around us to hear. "You don't need to drag me," I shrug off her hands off my arms, then proceed to walk towards the direction of the restaurant.

"Was it that hard to comply?" She shakes her hand as she walks right besides me.

It was, considering I'm contemplating between my passion and my happiness for this woman. It'll be worth it in the end, right? Sighing once more, I really hope so.

***

Great, even in my conscious state, my memory keeps replaying itself. This is why I need my phone on me all the time because the main purpose of that is giving the distraction I needed to fight back the urge to have a flashback from the past. Especially when I accidentally walk on the same street as we did when we're going to that mediocre restaurant. Why did I take this street? Oh, it is because it's the fastest way to the bookstore. Why am I going to the bookstore in a hurried pace? Well, my brain thinks I left my phone and my newly bought book in there. Yeah, that's the reason, and it's not that I want to revisit the bookstore one more time.

Gazing across the street, I could literally create a visual memory from that exact spot. A sudden ache in my chest caught my full-attention. I instinctively rub my chest with my hand, turning my gaze away from the visual memory that played in my eyes. To those people walking pass me, they must have thought that I'm some sort of a weirdo who just stood in the middle of the walkway, gently rubbing my chest. I usually don't like creating a reputation with random people, but the pain in my chest seems to negate that. Letting out a painful sigh, a thought immediately enters my mind as I slowly drag myself away from this painful nostalgic street.