Beach Baby

You were waiting for me on the seat by the window, with that half-drunken glass of your favorite manual brew. That same spot, our favorite spot, since years ago. From the days when I barely have the courage to look you in the eyes when you helped me solve my tutor homework, to the days where I sat comfortably beside you for hours -doing my thing while you're busy playing DOTA, and to another ordinary days when we need a late night coffee and this place were the only one that's still open. We fought a lot all those years, and that's what made that day different; for the first time ever we just sat there -calmly, like two civilized adults. No crying, no arguing, no nothing. I talked and talked and talked, and I remember how you kept saying "I don't know" -over and over again. I remember how frustrating it was to get you talking, but at the same time I was wishing that -for the last time- we would stay there as long as we could. Because once we were done, I swore I won't ever sit in that exact same spot, ever again.

I barely remember the details, but I still do remember the feeling. It wasn't sadness, it was acceptance, that even 'tho it took years to figure -what won't work just won't work. And just like everything else, it will fade anyway, right?

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When you're out

Tell your lucky one

To know that you'll leave

But you don't lock when you're fleeing

I'd like not hear keys

Only hold till your coffee warms

But don't hurry and speed