A Cup Of Coffee And A Second Chance

It was on a random day in a particular convenience store where we used to buy microwaveable lunch and junk food on our lazy Sundays.

We would then binge-watch our favorite anime series and talk about things from philosophy to nonsense. God, I missed how carefree we had been.

Now that I can see him from where I stand, I can’t help but be nostalgic about each and every moment from two years ago. He still looks the same and I still feel the familiar tingly pain in my stomach as I watch him slightly bite his lip as he decides on what to choose from the food in front of him.

Time froze. In my own universe, at least.

Once again, I got lost in his beautiful brown eyes. Those eyes that stripped my soul naked and still found me beautiful. He saw my insecurities when all I projected was confidence and strength. He handled my weakness like a fragile thing that he treasured dearly.

Once again, I got tangled up with him on the soft beige couch in the living room. From pretending that we’re anime characters to playful arguments and soft cuddles to meaningful conversations— there, we got each other. 

Once again, I basked in his sweet kisses and my heart slowly danced in rhythm with his heartbeat. It is because of him that I started to have the courage to write poetry about love. To bravely fall. To be willingly cut open.

I was so in love of what we were. But we were so young and had a lot of growing up to do back then. We knew it, deep down.

Years may pass, but the person who taught me to set my priorities straight and to not be driven by emotions will always hold a special place in my heart.

He smiled and now I’m back to reality.

“How have you been?” He asked.

“Fine. And you?” I smiled.

“Mind if I ask you for coffee?”

I guess there will always be someone who will be sent to our lives to teach us not to rush things.

To make us realize that a ‘not now’ is never a ‘no.’

To let us know that someone can belong in our lives without possessively owning them.

To show us that sometimes, we do not completely lose a person. They temporarily leave for us to learn to grow on our own and eventually fall back stronger.

“Yes.” I agreed.

Your story might differ from me and this person beside me.

I’m asking you to be brave enough to risk and see what happens.

Surely, there are things that are not meant to be. But it doesn’t mean that you have to surrender because not everything is bound to fail too.