#ShortStory – She’s gone.
Today, like a fool I’m standing in front of that coffee shop we used to spend our times. I see you right now; sitting down, comforted by a cup of warm mochaccino on your hand. How I miss that beautiful smile that used to be mine, those sparkling eyes that seems always telling me to calm when I’m a mess, and that lips... I’m just standing here, my eyes glued on you. Hoping you don’t see me with this tearing eyes. My trembling hands wanted to reach you. You’re so close, yet so far... I see you are laughing, freely. When you about to go from that place, I see a man grab your hand tightly. And that’s when I realized that you moved on.
—cloudsans May 13th, 2015