Dear Ariella,
You sat at our table again.
Just us
You and me.
It reminded me why we picked this table
It was cemented between two unfinished brown walls, just a two person bench, with a cracked window.
It was our spot.
No matter how many people sat there
It was ours.
You told me you loved waking up next to me.
I said the same thing.
Waking up to you wasn't the only thing I loved, though.
-Lucas
