Let time be Ours

One

I pushed myself off the crumbling brick wall and made my way towards the old yet cosy coffee shop.

As usual I was greeted by the merry tinkling of the bell at the door and the sweet yet tangy smell of coffee hit my nostrils giving me a warm and fuzzy feeling inside. Books and coffee, the best way to get to my heart.

Julia the friendly oversized yet merry waitress gave me a nod of acknowledgement before ushering me to my usual spot nearing the corner of the room near the warm fireplace.

Five minutes later I was busy sipping my warm mug of coffee whilst burying my nose into one of the latest books I'd borrowed from the library. The cover was worn out and torn at the edges so I couldn't make out the name of the book which was a pity because it really was something I couldn't get my eyes or mind off of. A perfect distraction from all the fucked up ness I was feeling for the past thirty four months.

I'm that type of person that hardly let's go.

Especially stuff that matters to me the most.

Especially him.