The Coffee Shop
you
I remember the coffee shop. I remember the warmth, the comfort it provided to everyone who walked through its door. I remember the aromas of the cappuccinos, the mochas, the blends as they floated around the small space, mixing and mingling. I remember how we used to talk and laugh as the world passed us by, not caring, not needing to care. I remember how everything was so perfect in that little shop, so beautiful and hopeful.
I remember you in that coffee shop. The first time you came over to me, with that nervous ease about you. I remember how we smiled, how we laughed, adding to the quiet noise of the building. Your eyes still sparkle at each word you fumble, still glance to me and back away. I remember everything about that day, and every day since.
I remember that day that you walked into the coffee shop.
I remember you in that coffee shop. The first time you came over to me, with that nervous ease about you. I remember how we smiled, how we laughed, adding to the quiet noise of the building. Your eyes still sparkle at each word you fumble, still glance to me and back away. I remember everything about that day, and every day since.
I remember that day that you walked into the coffee shop.
♠ ♠ ♠
for tara.