You Are So Lovely

Christofer walked inside the coffee shop,a notebook in his hand.
He looked horrible.
Oliver was extremely worried about the boy.He looked like he had no sleep.
And then,for the first time after three years,he finally went up to the counter and ordered something.
"Um...I would like a frappuccino...Y-You know..The cold one.."
Oliver smiled at the boy.He was simply adorable.
"What size?And chocolate or caramel?"
"Hm...A small and caramel.."
Oliver stopped smiling when the boy whispered.Is he okay?
Oliver then nodded and started making his order.After a minute or so,he finished making it.
"3 dollars and 50 cents."
Christofer gave the change and took his frappe,drinking it.
Christofer went to an empty seat and sat down,opened his notebook and starting writing.

He titled the top of the page:6 Memories From Falling In Love With An Optimist
i.
Your body made forgiveness
the way mine made blood,the way it just flowed
when you were hurt.

ii.
We met in the middle of a riot.You smiled so big
you split my life in half,into before and after you turned me into
one of those anarchists who's really just hopeful.
Revolutionaries that in their hearts are still children with tree branch swords.
Deep down,you believed the world is perfectible.

iii.
You were ontop of me one night.
Honestly,I was scared.
I was so scared,shaking.
And you just hushed me by whispering nothings.
I fell asleep,letting you take control of my body.

iv.
The night I held your hands
like worry stones.I still remember.
I found nothing but open memories.
You said memories are like family:You can always walk away.

Christofer stopped writing when he felt his hands shaking.
And he flipped onto a different page.And wrote again.

He titled it:It's The Way

Every poem is about you.Even the ones about other people,they're for your eyes only.
I love you.
I gave you a book about journeys before you died by your own hand,do you remember?And one about home.
I filled it with notes,instructions on how to miss me.
I was so afraid you wouldn't know how,and you'd give up.Frustrated.

And he ended the poem.

When he felt a tap on his shoulder,he turned around,meeting eyes with the barista who has given him his order.
The barista's eyes were so lovely..
It reminded him of them.A nostalgic feeling coursed through his veins.
And he felt dizzy at that very moment.
And that's also when he felt like killing himself again.

"Are you okay?"The Barista asked.
Christofer nodded and spoke,"What's your name?"
"Oliver Sykes."
And he smiled.
And that was the first time Christofer smiled back in three years.