Storming and Coffe

     

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    Sitting alone on coffe lounge, staring at couch that we've used to... sigh, she's slaped me right in the face, it's hurt, not physically, but it's something more fragile.

   

    I like coffe, i used to, but tonight, idk but, i hate coffe, since your coffee isn't for me anymore. The rain get harder, i'm wet outside here, then, someone open the door, whispering me with her pleasing voice " hey, it's storming outside, come on in".

    I followed her, i sit in front of her, the rain get harder, it's storming.. i'm getting cold, and once again, with her goddess voice she said " hey, how about coffe ? i just put on some if you want".. aah shit, where am i ? Nevada ? Alabama ? or in the middle of Montana ?

    hmm, still in Indonesia i guess, "hey i'm back, your coffe sir" aahh thank you maam.. it's 1:04 am, minutes turn to hours, my coffe gotten cold, but the feeling of her slaped still warm and raw..

    try to comfort myself, gettin' my ass move to the couch, the middle one.. still in thought, distrust to everyone, anxiety try to make up my mind.. we like strangers in no time, the conversation gettin' personal, my bodies feel warm everytime around you, tonight and till dawn...

    i lost something once..

i lost something i coudn't live without..

my precious one..

so, promise me, even we're strangers now, please take care of yourself, not all the people you met are good, even myself, but i'll keep my confessio~

    "hey did you mind if joined ?", naah, i wouldn't mind, please take a sit.. "here, another coffe, it's espresso", wow, impressive, and the love icon ! like it..

I used to drink coffe, now and then, with or without you..