Cafe Love.
I watched him intently, passionately and almost shyly.
He held our lattes carefully using his teeth to hold the straws as he walked back to our seats.
He placed mine in front of me; he placed his on his side of the table.
He sat.
I reached out, gently pulling the straws from between his teeth and he giggled.
His smile lit up my heart, stirred madness in my mind, and disturbed the sleeping butterflies.
I was fixated, frozen and paralyzed.
He leaned closer; lips on forehead, gently. Lips on nose, lightly. Lips on lips, warmly.
I awoke. I stared at him, searched his eyes and analyzed his lineaments.
“Love me!” the words blurted out uncontrollably.
My voice quivered.
It did not matter that I had been his, and he had been mine for over a year; I did not resist.
“Love me, because I love you. Love me, because I trust you. Love me, because my whole universe revolves around you.”
