Broken dreams of past lovers

Cracked rigly

I took the bus over to the trendy coffee place. I loved this place, always playing good music like Queen, or Prince. I was surprised he wanted to meet so early on a Saturday. I already looked pretty horrible, but I was also running late. Eventually, the bus creaked to a stop. I slightly ran to the little café, but still managed to stumble over. I regathered everything with me, and took my first few steps in. The place was very calming, lots of different fabrics,comfortable painting nooks, and those beautiful dangling lights. The ones that remind you of a romantic teen story. The little burst of light that reminded you of that song that made you feel free. Why did I relate so much to a lit balb. I ordered a black coffee, I'm very plain, and sat in a corner.  Liam soon strolled in. He look perfect, his fair was perfectly brushed away from his face, his eyes blowing in the light,his little snaggletooth lighting up. He was so cute. He ordered a hot chocolate, and strolled awkwardly over to me.
The date is all a blur, I remember almost non of what happened. Except his hand. The little folds and creases dropped on mine lit up my body. Theory were smooth with a bit of roughness. Just enough to show life within him. I felt part of him,something I had never thought I'd do. I could tell something was changing in my life, for the better.