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I heard the forty-fifth ring of that doorchime,. Nonsensically it is, but I had been counting the times that door swung this day,
Its just nearly seven am but this coffee shop has been assisting almost a hundred customer. Ordering their best selling mugs of different caffeine, calling for an early coffee meeting cups,.
Here I am, sitting at its most corner part, enjoying the ambiance of this aromatic place, feeling the peacefulness of the atmosphere, peeking at the glass wall beside me that shows the rising sun, while Im waiting for the cup I ordered.
I smiled as I look at her, She came just as the time the waiter served my mug of caffè macchiato, I smiled at the waiter as I've seen the foam art, he smiled back while giving me a knowing look.
767th, that's the design of the foam. its written in a cursive font,
I looked at the seat in front of me, there I saw her, smiling widely. I closed my eyes as I felt her touch my cheeks,
How are you Hon? Are'nt you done yet? Its been a very long time but here you are, still looking at me, still feeling me, still being like that,.
She asked me, I don't know. But seems like I cant utter any word, seems like I dont even know what to say to her,
Yeah, ehem! Uhm,,, its been too long. But still, here I am stuck at nowhere, I cant be done. I cant leave just like that.
I don't know, but seems like I'm falling on a trap,.
I roamed my eyes around the shop, just to notice a different set of people.
A troupe college students laughing till their hearts content,
A couple being mushy doing some clichè stuffs,
Some geeks building their own world using their books or gadgets by themselves,
Some people in front of their laptops with either a frown or a random emotions,.
Or some like me, with an I-don't-know-what-to-do faces,
I sighed, trying to figure out what really my frustrations are,
I dont know hon, seems like I really am stucked up, I don't know what to do anymore, seems like I cant even think anymore,
I'm tired.
I'm depressed.
I'm sad,
I'm dissapointed.
Seems like I'm having a hard time in breathing,
I'm lost,
I'm alone,..
Seems like Im just whispering, I am talking with my head leaning on the wall beside me,
as I watched some individuals wearing their casual exercise attire, starting this day as a healthy one.
Some are already in their formal-meeting attire, rushingly walking while glancing at their wrist watches.
I felt her held my right hand,
Then why don't you just let go, why are you still here, repeating everything that's done?
I heard her say, I looked at her side, just to see her watering eye,
At this very moment, I wanted to curse myself, I'm making her cry again, Im hurting her for the hundredth times, up until now I'm still having the guts to hurt her,
I'm sorry.
I apologized; I'm sorry I'm not that tough to accept everything, I'm sorry if here I am still stucked in this place where I don't really have a stand at all, I'm sorry Hon,
