They told me this was normal.
I believed so as well. Still, it worried me.
I waited.
I didn't know why.
What was his appeal again? Why did I hold such hope he would come in once again, meet my eye, and give me one more of his infamous grins.
The innocent boy, he was gone.
Gone more than normal.
Every once in a while he wouldn't be at the cafe. Sometimes I wasn't either
But now...
Even as I waited, he didn't come.
He wasn't there.
The workers wondered where he was as well, I could tell as they looked towards the door in expectance.
After a week they didn't look anymore.
Was it that easy to forget someone?
Would it be that easy for him to forget about me? If he even remembered me, that is. I'm not a very memorable person.
None of the workers at the cafe knew my name. I'd been going to that coffee shop almost everyday for three years, but none of the concrete workers even noticed me.
I was a face in the crowd.
Even though I didn't even like crowds.
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They Told Me...
PoetryAlicia is not a normal girl. Though she looks like one, though she believes deep in her heart she might just be as normal as anyone else, she is not. Alicia is not a normal girl, but she does like coffee, and that's something, isn't it?
