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The coffee grew colder every time you walked in. You always sat near the window, where sunlight touched your face like it was afraid to lose you. I sat three tables away, pretending to read books whose words I never remembered. Some days we looked at each other for a second too long. Enough to notice. Never enough to begin. The barista probably thought we were lovers fighting silently, or strangers waiting for courage to arrive with the next cup. But life is cruel in quiet ways. You answered calls and left early. I rehearsed conversations that died before reaching my mouth. And between the steam of coffee and the ticking of ordinary afternoons, we became experts at almost. Then one day you stopped coming. No goodbye. No final glance. Just an empty chair by the window and two people who could have loved each other if only they had spoken before time drank the last sip for them.
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May 23
May 23, 2026 at 9:56 AM UTC
Last cup
The coffee grew colder every time you walked in. You always sat near the window, where sunlight touched your face like it was afraid to lose you. I sat three tables away, pretending to read books whose words I never remembered. Some days we looked at each other for a second too long. Enough to notice. Never enough to begin. The barista probably thought we were lovers fighting silently, or strangers waiting for courage to arrive with the next cup. But life is cruel in quiet ways. You answered calls and left early. I rehearsed conversations that died before reaching my mouth. And between the steam of coffee and the ticking of ordinary afternoons, we became experts at almost. Then one day you stopped coming. No goodbye. No final glance. Just an empty chair by the window and two people who could have loved each other if only they had spoken before time drank the last sip for them.
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May 23
May 23, 2026 at 9:56 AM UTC
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