10:40 am. Saturday, August 14, 2032
I try to relax by the window, in my usual seat, and with my usual drink.
Today I feel jittery, nervous, and incredibly expectant for something that may not even happen. You hadn't replied yet since I sent my last email, and I wasn't expecting you to...
Or maybe I was. Am.
I was hoping maybe it'd be different this time, that maybe you would've sent an email back sooner, to confirm my request that I sent in a cryptic way I'm hoping you can understand. You're too much of an overthinker, you'd say. I took deep breathes, reassuring myself. There's no way you'd just ignore me like this...not after all the past months of emails back and forth and the memories reminisced.
Maybe that was too much to hope for though. Hopes can get crushed, and mine is no different I suppose.
And no sooner had I thought that I heard a ding from my computer resting in front of me.
Hey,
Look at the door, will you?
~Me
P.S. Why does that table have mismatched seats? It doesn't look very pleasant.
I gasp and turn to look at the entrance of the cafe, seeing a figure standing there, one I hadn't see in a long time.
"Hey." Hesitantly, you took small steps in my direction, peering around the cafe and taking it all in. Your eyes connected with mine and I could see a grin form on your face, your strides growing as you made your way over to my table.
You look the same, maybe a bit more mature here and there, but your eyes...the way your warm eyes scrunch into a cat-like gaze when a lips-curling-sunny-dimple-showing-smile adorns your face is exactly the same as I remember.
"...Hey to you too." I wonder if this is a dream. It really feels like a dream. I feel faint.
I hope this isn't a dream.
"Remember when you and I were sitting next to each other for about half an hour watching a movie and you didn't notice that you were leaning on me and thought I was a wall?" You chuckled, taking a seat in the mismatched chair opposite to me. "P.S. This isn't a dream."
I struggled, trying to put together a sentence, excitement bubbling inside of me and nerves mixing with it.
"Did I say that out loud?" I inquired, resting my head on my hand propped up by my elbow. Praying that you didn't notice my irregularly fast heartbeat and choppy breathes.
I watch as you follow my movement, resting your head on your hands as well. "Well, no you didn't. But I know you well enough to know you would think that. Also, I know how nervous you are, you can't hide that from me. Besides, I'm nervous too. Excited, but nervous."
"Uh-huh. So, Mr. Wall, you're nervous? I didn't know that was possible. Aren't you the confident smart one with the good grades in our friend group?" I tease, easing the tension and nerves threatening to blow up.
To anyone else watching what was going on, they might assume we were a couple. Two people joking and getting along as though they saw each other just yesterday. Two people in love and having fun in a cafe, perhaps the one where they first met in a customer-falling-for-barista cliche. Maybe we'd been dating for years, a natural bond showing between us two. Soulmates.
But the reality, now that was something else entirely.
We were two people who once upon a time ago were closer than peas in a pod. Two people who hadn't see each other face to face in years. We broke up under a crying sky, rain pouring down as we tried hard not to cry because rainy days were our days but now there would be no "ours". Perhaps if that day had never happened, things would be different, maybe if I hadn't left, we'd still be together, but this was our reality.
Yet even now as we sit in person for the first time after months of emailing from miles apart, it felt like a bond was starting to reform. We talked for at least two hours, just chatting and joking and remembering those days.
Reminiscing those days when you and I weren't strangers, a flash flood of memories and emotions overtaking every rational sense.
Maybe reality wasn't so bad.
Hey to you too,
Thank you. For everything.
~Me(?)
P.S. I am personally offended because that table is my table.
Sent✔
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Remember When
Truyện Ngắn"Hey, Remember when you and I were sitting next to each other for about half an hour watching a movie and you didn't notice that you were leaning on me and thought I was a wall?" A series of emails about memories of days long past.
