Imagine tomorrow if we got our first coffee for the weekend
together like we always did.
Imagine if we got to fiddle with our coffee for hours like
always because nobody else has shown up yet.
Imagine if the waiter didn’t ask for the bill again because
I’m too busy listening to you rant.
Imagine us switching off our phones so that we don’t have an
excuse to look down and ignore each other for a second more than we have to.
Imagine us getting out and walking around for hours looking for
another place where nobody can listen to my silent amazement as I gaze into your
deep brown eyes.
Imagine me holding your head against my chest once again as
you almost fall asleep.
Imagine me holding your hand and fiddling with the ring on
your index like an excited five year old.
Imagine my rough lips on yours once again. Imagine me
passionately pulling you close and making you mine like always.
Imagine if it was perfect, if there was nobody else in the
coffee shop for the rest of our lives. That we could talk to each other for another eternity. That I could see your hair smile with your eyes as I kiss you on the
forehead, that I could hear your laughter at my childish amazement. That I
could feel your soft arm brushing against mine as I sipped on the last bit of
my coffee.
Imagine my rugged fingertips on the back of your neck for
one last time, as I kiss you hard as if to say goodbye.
Imagine if we had a proper goodbye.
Imagine if I could see your rickshaw disappear at a turn for
one last time.
Imagine if I had one last text on my phone afterwards,
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
Imagine if we could sip on the same horrible coffee together for once
last time.
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