I was looking outside the glass window of the coffee shop, as I'm sipping my cup of espresso, watching the people and cars passing by. They are like tiny beans as I shape them with my thumb and pointing fingers.
Different Shades of colors are illuminated by the lights of the lamp post in the street and head lights of the car.
As Van Gogh said, "I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day". Which I agreed the most.
The tiny drops of the rain is streaming down the glass window. It's shouting like "I am a raging sea trapped inside of a raindrop".
I look out the window and stare at the empty chair in front of me.
The warm embrace of the coffee shop feels like home. It's been a long time since I felt this one.
I wake up from my revery as I hear the ringing of bell in the door of the shop signaling that someone enters.
I was so shocked when I saw him, again.
A guy in its 30's step into, with strong jaw line, captivating eyes, pointed nose, red and kissable lips, broad shoulders, 6 ft in height I think. He is like a leading man in the movies I've watch and books I've read.
My heart beats fast like the stallions running by. It's been years. He's back.
And, He's looking at me?
The Second Quote is credited to 'Haiku images to Pinterest'.
