f.all

We always hang around that cafe until all the other booths got emptied, and the only ones left around us our the fallen crumbs of bread, and the almost-empty cups of our coffees. But I never bother staying that long because it felt like everything I've ever wanted was there --good coffee, good food, good books, good music, you-- Oh god, you. But then time came we chose to explore places without our hands intertwined and without being by each other's side. But you know what, the thing is I was born to just always, love and accept you. For me, all the harsh words and all the bad memories our but crumbs that just falls down and will eventually get wiped out of our table and all that's left is our booth itself, the only one that will always and always will be there no matter how many storms and people who will soon come around, it'll wait for us. No matter how long the road is, where it took us and will soon take us, it'll always be our place. Just like me with you. That when you've reached the end of the road, and you're still wondering where you're going, find your way back, you'll see me sitting on the corner of our spot and it'll be just like how you saw it the first time. And I'll still welcome you with the warmest hello, and with the eyes that only search for yours, and we'll do whatever, just like how you wanted. Until the other booths around us got emptied, and only ones left is you, and me, and it will be epic.