Cold Window Warm Coffee

That time I didn't know what I was thinking. I just entered, and there you were.

As I scrunch up my nose and dig into my scarf. Seeing that face of yours after a long time. makes me disappointed that we barely talked or that I was just too scared to say any other things except

"A cup of coffee please". For some reason that was the only thing I could say to you, without making my cheeks redder from the cold.

Yet you never said anything either. I walked up to the register like I've always done for years. And as I was waiting, I would look in front of me, your posture is still the same, your face changed slightly, but you still had that habit of smiling when you filter the coffee powder to the cup, making the best cup I know. Should I apologize for not coming here last year, just as you finally invited me? I'm not sure if you even remembered me. As I looked behind, the huge glass window always shows the best view during winter. If only it wasn't full of people, I'll just order take-outs then. I looked to the front once again, viewing the menu every once in a while, despite knowing that I would order-

What was it again? Crap I can't remember. Well why can't I remember? Aw man the line is moving.

As both of our eyes met. I really wanted to close it shut. But I can't. It's been too long. I miss this cafe, I miss the smell, the atmosphere. And every single part of this cafe reminds me of you.

Guess I've been missing you after all, Ethan. Sorry I'm such an idiot.

"Oh, Melissa".

He smiled, is he not angry? Or is he hiding the fact that he's angry? I don't know, I don't know, I don't know what to order, I don't know what you're thinking, I don't know what you even think about me, annoyed? Is it because I come here all the time? Angry? Is it because I broke our promise? or just maybe.

"Do you hate me?". I just said that out loud, why?

Why do you keep looking at me with those eyes, just answer my questions, then just maybe I can live without this guilt. I beg you.

Please just answer me.

"I don't hate you, I've never had". Ever Since I first saw you, you always had a smile so wide, so innocent, it could melt anyone's problems away, like what you had done to me.

"Want to talk this out over a cup of coffee later, Flat White?".

Oh, the seat I wanted is vacant.

"Sure, can I sit by the window?".

It's rare to hear you giggle, but when you do, I won't forget it.

"You never change, do you?".