Right in front of me is a cup of coffee. It is raining real hard and flash reports about flooding on some areas around Quezon City is the only noise in my entire apartment.
Covered in my old tattered knitted sweater, warm blanket, and faint lighting from my TV, I stare blankly at my coffee.
Warm.
Well, these things around me only remind me how warm your hands are whenever you held mine.
If I was asked to describe you in a single word, it would be 'warm'.
I have always love the rain, the cold breeze, the gloomy, at the same time, peaceful atmosphere, as my heart flutters at the sound of raindrops on my windowpane.
However, you made me realize, should I say, you made me believed that something warm is best when it is raining. And you suggested a cup of coffee.
Yeah right. Coffee.
But as rainy days passes by, your warmth filled my cup. I don't love rainy days because of its cold breeze anymore.
I have loved rainy days because of you.
We first have some coffee sessions on my apartment and talk how our days are going. Well, I kinda like sharing my thoughts with you because I like how your eyes tell me you are very interested in every single word I spat, be it random or something crazy. I am nearly distracted whenever your lips twitch because of amusement at something I don't know. But, in my most private thoughts, I like your reactions. I like seeing them all.
I love how you chuckle whenever you find my reaction ridiculous. Your curly hair dance with full of grace while you shake your head as if you can't believe of what story I've just told you.
My heart feels warm. Really. Specially absentmindedly strum my guitar and sing some slow love song while I sip on my coffee trying to hide and suppress my smile from you.
You're so fine. Like a coffee. A perfect companion on my rainy days.
But like those other cups of coffee, your warmth doesn't last for a long time.
I wonder where you are tonight. Are you partying? Or sleeping, perhaps? It has been 2 months since I last saw you.
I guess you're doing good in L.A. I do hope so. Well, it is your dream to live in a big city and enjoy all the things this world may offer you. I am happy for you, though.
But, am I happy for myself?
