It took my attention from the beginning when it comes to choice of beverages, we share different views. Hanging out at the same worldwide franchised coffee shop, he’ll order tea and I’ll have my usual cup of coffee.
On our first meeting, we had conversations about–well, everything, killing time accompanied with our white paper cups.
Such conversations later became our ritual, our interval, the luminous place between now and what’s next. It seems ubiquitous and legal, solitary and communal. Somewhat paradoxical, yet enjoyable.
In very each encounter, a space opens between the molecules; but at the same time an empty void is filled.
Our minds fans open. Ideas shared. Stories told. Laughter exchanged.
The moments spent were brief, yet worthwile. And I would want to have more of it, after January.
Like a cup of coffee, the bliss of his company. Savouring each sip after the scorch has dissoluted, before the cup feels loose and lukewarm like a hand in mine.
- As dedicated to Naufal Fileindi.
You, my Light, is heaven sent.
shouldn’t it be “ARE heaven sent” fal? *kill joy
LOL.