Once again, I basked in his sweet kisses and my heart slowly danced in rhythm with his heartbeat.
What’s the opposite of coffee?
Were you so in love that my flaws become inconsequential? Sometimes, I beat myself up at night picking apart all the areas I’m afraid you’d notice aren’t as aesthetically pleasing as they once were.
You satisfy me every time.
I just moved seats twice in this coffee shop that I’ve been in for maybe five minutes.
Wear a trench coat when it drizzles or is April.
I guess I’m not like other girls.
I thought about all the things
That I loved.
I’ve never been much of a coffee drinker, its potency too much for my overworking heart and overthinking mind.
All I want is a cup of coffee with you. With our hands intertwined, gripping paper cups which probably have our names spelled wrong, strolling through the streets and breathing in the fresh air.