Our Date
Today we have our date, the one you’ve promised me when we planned our long weekend fiesta.
But as often as always, you’re late. So here I am, sitting in the hippiest coffee shop in the country, with my beloved tablet, sipping my favorite green tea latte. I never like coffee, because the caffeine only leave me nauseous instead of keep me to stay up.
It’s already 12.29 pm and the last message from you said you already arrived, but you’re still searching the free parking spot. While the movie we’re going to watch will be played at 13.00 pm. We haven’t pray, we haven’t eat lunch.
You know, as much as I loathe your habitual late, I always crave for our date. I never get enough of you. So, I never whine. I will still greet you with the best smile. My happiest smile of seeing you. Even we have spent the last two days together, too bad I never get bored being with you. And I’m grateful for it, for you also feel the same way.
You know, I have not expected that my feelings for you will be this deep, that each day we are maturing simultaneously, that each second of our togetherness will be my greater pleasure than ever.
Well, finally you’re there, opening the door, walking straight to me.
And again, that whole-hearted smile of yours when your eyes are locked to mine became the highlight of my day.
