i’m typing this as i’m waiting for you to get back from the bathroom. in the starbucks cozy acoustic music is playing and your mocha frappucino half empty is on the table in front of me. your lips have touched the lid and i don’t want to be that person but i wonder. i wonder how it feels does it know that it’s lucky. can it tell me its secrets how does it do that? get you to open up and let inside the warmth? i’m not jealous. just curious.
you should be back any second now. you might walk out back to our cliche little table and ask me what i’m doing what i’m typing so furiously what i’m so passionate about. i will want to say you. i love you right here right now right time right place i won’t though
maybe i’ll say “i forgot to finish this paper that’s due at 11:59 tonight” or maybe i’ll say “i just got an urgent email about my political science class tomorrow” or maybe i’ll say “an old elementary school friend just sent me a Facebook message and i need to reply”
or. or maybe i’ll say “nothing. nothing more important than our coffee.” maybe i’ll just close my laptop mid-sentence because it’s true.