#ShortStory – After Five Years.
10 February, 2015.
After five years since the last time we met, we finally sit next to each other again, still in the same coffee shop we used to spend our times together. You see me smiling brighter than the last time you saw me, you hear me laugh randomly through your unchanged clumsy words, and you find me happier than I used to be.
Talk about the silly weather? Tell how the people nowadays are seriously insane? State that the coffee just too sweet? Oh, take a look at their sleeves? But we are not. We talk and laugh about our love story, how you broke my heart, and remember how you said that you can't be with me anymore. Tragically, I’d still cry for the worst three months after that.
Isn’t it funny how we can laugh now about something that ever brought us to the worst state of our life, with the same exact person that we used to love yesterday? Then we slowly calm ourselves, reduce our laughter and try to gaze to each other’s eyes.
For a second, I feel that I’m living my old memory now, because it seems like there is something that still linger in my mind when I’m looking at you like this. For a second, I feel this kind of strange affection within my senses. It’s like something gonna burst out inside my stomach and it gets my heartbeat becomes abnormal and when my hands start shivering, I know that this isn’t right.
I don’t know what makes me feel this way because I’m sure, the last time I ever felt this kind of emotion is when I finally have the privilege to saw you after I haven’t met you for the last two weeks. And now, with those kinds of mixed feelings made by the scent of February, the picture of our memories that are replaying in my mind, I finally open my lips. and right before I’m about to say, I hear you scream softly through my ears... “I miss you...”
—cloudsans February 10th, 2016