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The best combination there is coffee and you; that's how we'd always say. It sprang out from the joke that we both toyed and played along well from the start."Coffee, Tea or Me?" and we'd say"No just coffee and you!" More like playing ping-pong, tossing each other compliments and bluntly hurting each other with nasty truths that pertain to each other's weaknesses. That was us, which was then.
The old coffee shop that's been a witnessed to the many times of coffee drinking while endless saga of bantering and wicked laughter, now stood still there but empty. Hallow from the boisterous faade that it once promised. Empty chairs and tables waits the once us.
I again, treaded inside it, now with different crowd looming and permeating the wholeness of it, empty laughter and same loudness that I had to evoke,"You blend in, you always stood in the crowd" that's what you used to saybut like the usual I found myself echoing the same sentiment that statement would follow."How can we both be so full of laughter in the midst of that crowd and yet so lonely inside"? I am that now and it's never been this painful to admit to that fact. I have found myself caught with that same dilemma inside, battling from within, the wicked and silly grin I put on my face that everybody could see but I see you're reminiscent on that empty corner looking sulky at me and nodding your head"I do understand how it feels". No one does, but youno one will.
How I enjoy this new crowd from the outside but it drowned me into this pit of loneliness, I again, on this lonely journey of pretending."Listen to that little voice inside you, listen for once to your instinct, and don't deny yourself that chance to be happy fully from within" these were the exact words you've taught me, I applied it, I did. Have you? I began to trust again, I began to believe once more that in front of me was mydoppelganger and everything just comes out naturally with you, no pretence. No masks just pure plain me. Now, I am wearing one again.
I missed you there. I missed how the rain scents differently while enjoying it with you; I missed how the nights look elegantly lovely as it enveloped the distinct of its darkness I missed the wind and how it reminded of the warmth you protected me by just merely asking me if I was cold. The long hours of endless talks, the heated discussions over silly and most of the time mundane stuff, I always win, because you'd always let me; and I'll always be comforted of how much I'd look at you with the sameness looking at myself. I've found my mirror and I was happy that my being eccentric to everyone is just something normal to both of us. Alas! I once again, found my ally in this friggin' island wherein people won't only throw mocking smiles at you but also painstakingly put you inside a hideous box. I was secured, I felt like I've found a real person apart from me.
Coffee and you, I missed that package. There's only me and this empty chair and the coffee that turned bitter-- faulty tasting coffee it stared blankly at me; I've lost the taste and the aroma has gone sour that all I can do is just sit and wait to pass the time until coffee and me will be one again with you.
"Coffee, tea or me?" "No. Just Coffee and YOU."
Been a long time since I last wrote something about coffee... to all coffee lovers like me! fictionally yours! enjoy! kape na!!!
