I find myself again in this coffee shop.
It hurt. Remembering your coffee eyes when I smelled the roasted beans as I enter the café.
It hurt. When it took everything in me to order something different. When I said my name instead of yours. When I looked at our usual corner and you were there with someone else.
It destroyed me that tomorrow did exist. But the day after that, there was nothing. It pained me that I hoped for this to be something else. That I wished for it to be the second chance that would make everything right.
But what devastated me the most was when I saw you look at me and your eyes where not the same.
They lied. All of them did. They lied when they said to fall in love with eyes because they never change. But you were the living proof, they're wrong.
It's not the cold coffee that I used to wake up to.
You looked at me, and those eyes say you've forgotten me.
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Coffee and Insanity
NouvellesBecause love is insane. Add a little coffee for sanity.