You're just behind me. I swear if I just turn around you'll be there.
My phone is about to ring. You're on your way to meet me right now, I'll only be waiting a few more minutes.
My phone stays silent and still. Eventually I finish my coffee, turn off my laptop and go home, alone. Maybe next time.
I don't really feel impatient, I'm content to wait for you to come at just the right time. This week I just feel on edge, like you just might come up behind me and poke my side. With a quick gasp that would lead immediatly into a blush I would turn around and this feeling of my heart holding its breath would go. Then there would be two coffees and conversation and....
I'm only guessing. Usually I try not to think about you at all. But today you feel too close, no more near to me than your usual absense, but somehow close.
These days I enter a room and instinct has my eyes scanning the room before I realize I have no idea who I'm looking for.
One coffee. Just my laptop, my coffee and me.
What's better than one cup of coffee?
Nothing.
Unless I could stop wishing for two.
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