Dear Ian,
I sat at the nearest diner with a cup of warm coffee in my cold hands. Little Bean was enjoying the salmon and milk I ordered him. Coffee always helped me think of the right decisions to make, but right now I am clueless. I was stranded by my friend with no where to go and everyone else sat there having a great time with each other as if everything was okay while I was having a silent panic attack. I've learned this lesson already, the world just goes on and it doesn't stop for anybody. I was just so thankful that you took the time out of your day to ask me if I was okay.
I didn't care that I was here, I was just sad that I wasn't with you. I cried into my hands, my sobbing was inaudible from everyone in the crowded diner talking all at once. What if I never see you again? What if I never live up to the day where I wake up early in the morning next to you, then help you load all of the coffee and food into the diner? What if you find some other girl to do that with?
'Sorry to intrude but are you okay?' That voice. So familiar. My heart nearly stopped as I directed my attention to that beautiful voice.
Dawn
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Coffee
Short Story"Let me guess, you want to order coffee again?" "You know it." "Something tells me the only reason you come to my diner everyday is for the free coffee, not me." "Shouldn't it be that way?" "Name one thing you love more than coffee." "You."
