You liked COFFEE...i liked you...
You dreamed to fly high...but wings enclosed you...i remember the way you always talked about escaping...from something encasing you...about the places you wanted to visit...about getting lost in the cities of dreams... Gosh you loved cafes...coffees...unseen things...feelings you wanted to have...always making curated list of them...
For you always wanted to belong to unknown places you dreamt to explore... To know things which you did never knew...and it did worried me...not your wings but our attachment...for i knew i became closest to you...for you started drinking my favorite TEA and yet never complained too...and i felt worried that you might escape me too...For you knew i could never stop you...
I know people have to go someday...and i know when you will leave there will be a incomplete part within us forever...
But dear you...you must fly...and you must bloom...
And You will like TEA..still I will like you....
