it was a chilled autumn morning
when i ran into you near the park.
you clutched a cup in your mitten hand
while your face was buried in a book.
my back met your shoulder causing your
drink to spill, browning the white pages.
i apologized with a chuckle,
claiming it was an accident
and offered to buy you a fresh cup of
coffee.
your nose scrunched up in disgust
as you said “i don’t like coffee.”
little did you know,
running into you wasn’t an accident.
YOU ARE READING
where we fell
Romance❝Maybe we fell in love because we can't be together.❞ A sequel to the story 'something' told in his own words. © tilmorning
