[Sorry for the grammar errors and everything, I don't do great in english I know, yet this flashfiction wud be too cheesy to be written in bahasa]
"The coffee shop's being torn down." So my friend told me one afternoon.
It tickled my heart a little, I don't even know why, maybe because I'm scared that the memories that we built back then are vanished as well. I've never told you this -even 'tho I could have, because I've never so sure of how that place meant for you, and how silly I might sound like.
But you do remember it, don't you? A little coffee shop we used to hang...ngg once. The music wasn't so good, the coffee tasted too creamy, and the lonely place filled with only both of us. Ah, and don't forget the old barista, who happened to be the waitress and the cashier guy too, he seemed like a nice thoughtful guy don't you think?
I fell in love with that place, to be honest, and don't ask why because I haven't figured it out yet. It's just the kind of comfortness you get from some place that haven't been discovered by many people, I guess, or maybe the good time that we filled the place with so the place wasn't that lonely anymore. Or maybe something else, because just like what I said: I haven't figured it out yet.
I once wished that we could go there once again, you know, just to prove some of my curiosities. I wonder if I'm still in love with that place even when things aren't the same anymore between us. I wonder if we're still able to have a great time there after all these changes that life did to us.
But the wish will just be a wish, the city needs more hip places to hang they said, so no wonder that the little coffee shop is finally shutting down its business. I've been thinking about the old guy tho, I hope he's doing fine. What remain is just the memories about it that the visitors built in their own minds, and as for me, I could feel mine slowly fades.
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"The coffee shop's being torn down." So my friend told me one afternoon.
It tickled my heart a little, I don't even know why, maybe because I'm scared that the memories that we built back then are vanished as well. I've never told you this -even 'tho I could have, because I've never so sure of how that place meant for you, and how silly I might sound like.
But you do remember it, don't you? A little coffee shop we used to hang...ngg once. The music wasn't so good, the coffee tasted too creamy, and the lonely place filled with only both of us. Ah, and don't forget the old barista, who happened to be the waitress and the cashier guy too, he seemed like a nice thoughtful guy don't you think?
I fell in love with that place, to be honest, and don't ask why because I haven't figured it out yet. It's just the kind of comfortness you get from some place that haven't been discovered by many people, I guess, or maybe the good time that we filled the place with so the place wasn't that lonely anymore. Or maybe something else, because just like what I said: I haven't figured it out yet.
I once wished that we could go there once again, you know, just to prove some of my curiosities. I wonder if I'm still in love with that place even when things aren't the same anymore between us. I wonder if we're still able to have a great time there after all these changes that life did to us.
But the wish will just be a wish, the city needs more hip places to hang they said, so no wonder that the little coffee shop is finally shutting down its business. I've been thinking about the old guy tho, I hope he's doing fine. What remain is just the memories about it that the visitors built in their own minds, and as for me, I could feel mine slowly fades.
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