Love, Poetry, & Coffee

~ 10 ~

Is there a way where I could just buy another phone? Nope, my phone has a sentimental value to my soul, so I can't just abandon it to wherever it is. I'll do anything in my power just to find my phone. Hell, I'll even try to clean my apartment just to find it. I'll throw away every paper present in my room until I find my phone. That's how dedicated I am to not losing it.

I'm not the type of person who could just abandon stuff immediately without even trying to find it or fix it. But I do know whose person that was. It's the same person I'm trying to forget, but my mind decided to remind me of her on every step on the way home. I'm not going to abandon my phone much how she just abandons me when I sacrificed so much time for her.

Letting out a sigh-I could have a sighing counter on me, just to see how many I do in a day-why can't I just forget her? I find myself asking that question over and over as I meander my way back home. I can't even stress the fact that there are other days when I was accidentally wondering how she was doing and is she happy in her life? Perhaps all I need to do is another disclosure between us in order for me to finally moving on in my life. The only problem about that plan is, I don't know where she is, and I also don't know whether or not she wants to see me again or not. I'm just glad she hadn't made a restraining order for me after that useless marriage proposal for her.

Placing both my hands in my empty pocket, I have no idea what to do with these hands anyway, so might as well just hide them from society. Plus, I look quite casual for a person who has a million problems hiding deep inside my mind. A small square-shaped object that I accidentally touch by my hand caught my attention. Snatching it away from its hiding place, I somehow find a way to lift a smile for a minute. Well, at least I still have my trusty notepad on me, and if I remember correctly, my pen is in the other pocket. I can't believe I have time grabbing both and not have time to find my phone.

Flipping around my notepad, checking to see if I ever left any writing in it. I'll literally do anything just to ignore the thoughts flying around in my mind, even staring at a blank page for a while will do the trick. Most of these pages are really blank, no leftover writing in sight. Perhaps I can change this blank pages for a while, just to ignore my thoughts until I get home. I find myself wondering what things I could do just to fill some blank pages. Suddenly, a flash of memory decided to play in my mind. I mostly have flashbacks about my past, but this one is relatively recent. It's so recent that I could almost feel the same thing I felt when it happened.

I could literally taste the coffee I had when she entered in my vision. Seeing her gives my soul warmth, much like drinking a hot coffee. The same warm feeling that can make a person like me smile considering the circumstances. There's a certain reason why I feel warmth when I saw her, but I don't know what that reason is. That doesn't mean I prefer not to know. I'll do anything just to find out that certain reason.

Picking up my pen from my other pocket, I decided to write down her description. One of my kryptonite is relying on memory. The proof for that is quite obvious. Chuckling to myself, I can't even remember where I place my phone, that's why it's my weakness. I just need to concentrate on that flash of memory to write down her description. It doesn't have to be a very explicit description ever, it just needs to be something I can come up within a second of remembering that moment.

Closing my eyes, focusing on that faint memory as I write down a description of her. Her autumnal shade of hair, it makes me think that her name can be Autumn. Her mesmerizing light-brown eyes are really hypnotizing that I can see myself in awe while staring at it. Forget about blue eyes, that woman's light-brown eyes are better than any blue eyes people been obsessing about. My favorite color is supposed to be black, but remembering how much her appearance captivates me, I'm changing my favorite color into brown. Staring down at the writing I did on the notepad, I find myself thinking what would her smile look like? I bet her smile is as soft as her brown eyes were light, like she's some sort of coffee that's already been born with cream.