Heal you

I'm here again...where we met for the first time

Do you remember?or do you even care to remember?

The old breeze touches my face just like that day

The city is still as beautiful as it was that day but its a shame such a beautiful place remind me of you, its a shame it takes my breath and suffocates me just like you every time I  think about you, which happens to be every second  of every day .

I hear my own steps walking on the dry brown leaves

That day I had my headphones on

were the leaves sound like this back then too?or did the world completely change and got painted when I met you?was autumn always this beautiful and painful?or is it because of you?

How was I living before you?

Who was I before you?

I open the door to the old cafe I saw you for the first time...its the same...even the old cranky guy is still here making coffees

Do you remember how you teased me about him?

I stand by the counter waiting for him to come and take my order

hr gives me a glance through his crooked glasses

does he recognize me"

*Flash back*

I stand by the counter an old cute guy with round glasses comes to take my order

"what would you like?"

"omg I really like your glasses sir"I give him the warmest smile I  possibly could

"I don't have all day young lady, what can I get for you?"

he says with a strong German accent which again I find it cute

"oh can I get a caramel macchiato with a chocolate croissant please"

"okay it will be ready in 5 minute"

"thank you"

I stand where the old guy pointed to pick up the orders

what could make that old guy to act this way?

does he have traumas?or is he having a bad day?if so what triggered him?is he sad or depressed? he must be lonely he's all alone in this cafe making coffee

I mean its not that its busy here anyways but..well maybe its busy on the weekends or holidays

I wouldn't know anyways since im only here for couple of months to get my certificate

im lost in thoughts when I see a pair of black boots stands right beside me own shoes

I turn my head to see who is the owner of these beautiful boots 

and I catch my self staring at him way too long to my liking

he finally notice me "cool shoes"

"thanks"he says without losing at me

"CARAMEL MACCHIATO WITH A CHOCOLATE CROISSANT -"

"oh-opp sorry sorry heh that's mine thank you "I smile to the old guy that was trying to get my attention

I get my coffee and sit on the table by the window

the boot guy gets his coffee and gets out the cafe

I watch him leave till he's out of my sight

*End of flash back*

"caramel macchiato with a chocolate croissant"

"thank you"

I get the coffee and sit on the same table I sat that day

seems like the old guy got more customers

every corner of this cafe-no every corner of Switzerland reminds me of you

it smells like you

And its comforting like you...