As usual, I went to the coffee shop to have my favorite cup of cappuccino, less sugar and extra milk. I sat on one of the table primped with a moss green umbrella. It was snowing then. Delicate snowflakes were raining on the district softly landing on the streets covering it with a thick white sheet of coldness. I watched as the passersby went to and fro across me, maybe off to work or something.
I was reading the newspaper to cognize the headlines for the day. I was scanning through the newsprint when the bell of the coffee shop chimed and caught my attention. I glanced over my newspaper and saw this wonderful girl with an aureole that radiated through the whole shop. I could feel my cheeks warm up.
She came to the counter and gave her order to one of the baristas. In a few minutes, she went through the door again. I didn’t even met her eyes. This curious brunette had her hair got in the way. She was a bit in a rush too, really. I wanted to come after her but I didn’t got myself get up. I was stuck to my seat, paralyzed.
From that day on, I would always come to the coffee shop and sit on the same place and stay there for hours. It went on like these for a whole month, everyday. It turned into a habit I could not get myself to avoid and rid of. Everyday, I grew more and more desperate, anguish brooding inside of me. Never did I got the chance to ever see that fille with a mysterious attribute that created a hysteria in my soul again. She was a ghost, in and out of my dreams.
One day, I hoarded up the moxie to ask the bartender who had served her a month ago if he had seen the young lady again. I was so surprised to what I had found out. I felt my heartbeat came to a halt. My face turned pale, hands icy cold, tremulous. My vision was a blur as if a cloud had misted over everything. I barely got to the front door of the shop. The chime of the bells was banging in my head, echoing until I got home.
A year has passed now since that incident but still, whenever I think of what the barista told me, a bunch of words just juggles in my head making no sense at all. All I know is that since then, I never went back to that coffee shop. I never drank a cappuccino, less sugar and extra milk, in my whole entire life ever again.
I just let go.
