Café

Everyone wants to return to something comfortable, be it an object or a person. Well, here I am, at a cafe, observing a young couple and a little more mature couple, spending time together over a cup of coffee. 

I guess this is how it was supposed to be, not being able to stop the time that has been relentlessly passing by. Without even noticing, I was beginning to see a lot of overlapping images of my own from these couples' movements. They can be so much in love - I could see that one of them tried to adjust to her lover's point-of-view; and that it good, unless it was unnatural for both of them.

Much was silently ignored, because I knew if I ever did reply to that text message, I would be returning to my comfort zone, and perhaps, rekindle my past love. In that aspect, today reminds me of the Little Prince, one of my favourite childhood books until now… he did not return to his rose, and no one knows the ending between them. It is my earnest wish that I would rather not contact him again, because if I did, I may never feel the same about him. 

The fictional stories of love are meaningless. Movies and tv shows, they are all stories of other people. What purpose do they serve to my private life? I have no clue. If they taught me anything, it is that I cannot move on easily. Relationships are not to be taken granted for, because it is a two person love; I am not dating myself.

Things are so much more complicated in real life; the actual feelings I have towards a certain person, it does seem very improbable to forget him/her completely out of my mind. A small hint would trigger my memory again, especially the sad ones.

For my best friend's present, I would like to buy her a nice makeup tool, or something that she’d appreciate. It is already her birthday. I still have not decided yet, but I know I can buy a nice gift bag at Sears, and donate the proceeds to ones in need! I hope I could help those in need, while I also buy a pretty bag for my friend. Why? Well, today I helped two ladies on how to use a locker in my gym, and it made me feel proud of myself.