#letter drawing

The last details from my letter to a friend😊

I stood for two minutes while holding the handle- and mumbling ‘okay okay no biggie’. I pushed the door. Then there, that’s him. That’s the guy. He’s slouching on the sofa seat; He wore white, again. I think it’s his favourite colour. I said, hello! Then this awkward hug ensued, then he just partially hug my shoulder. I was frozen, but boy, did his hand feel warm on my shoulder. Then he patted my back. Maybe it’s kind of his thing. I didn’t mind. I feel like we’re bro and that’s cool.

His red suitcase chilling on the corner. So it’s true, as soon as he landed in this city, he met me. And that felt like something, okay I over-romanticise.

“Are you okay?” He asked with a little confused laugh. He still sounded the same, always with his signature soft jive, like talking to a kid.

And it took everything in me, to muffle the bottled-up nervousness, and not to dig the old infatuations of him that I’ve been buried for so long.

“I’m okay, I’m just, nervous, you know,” I mumbled. Being honest was always my only option. My english skill plummeted to zero, I forgot the grammars I’ve learnt, I’m tongue tied. I had iced cappuccino and he ordered three piccolos. Slowly— I landed my brain back in the throne.

Huh, Caffeine worked differently to me.

Here’s the thing: I met the former light of my life, in my favourite cafe, sat in front of me, having coffees, on the weekend. Just like in the shitty song of him I secretly wrote and no one knows, perfect down to the last details. And it took everything, everything in me to not freaking out.

There’s this quote “What if seeing each other again, changed everything?” (Author Unknown) - and I think about that a lot after that. I did see him again and things do change, and it’s ‘done, back to normal’.

At least, I was less awkward. Or so I think.

_ Personal journal I wrote last months. Time flies :) I should meet more people.

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Love, eugeniaclara