Since it seems like ‘Saturdays’ are the only days on the calendar that could demonstrate what a real ‘rest-day’ looks like, I finally decided to accept Josh’s pro-longed invitation for coffee. It’s been a few weeks since our little get-together that unexpectedly ended up with a kiss that was so brief, but quite enough to have kept my eyes sparkle for the next few days.
The town was quiet as I was walking towards the nearby café right after dinner with a few friends from 9th grade. From the distance, I could see his figure among the unfamiliar faces and the magical orange lights hanging from the ceiling. I entered the unjammed café and strolled comfortably approaching him however, I paused for a moment when I got a clearer view of him: swarthy, neat, and nice; just the same old Josh I met over a year ago; except, there was something particularly special about him that night. I don’t know if it’s just me or the fact that he was seated in a corner where a beautiful vintage-looking window belonged to him. I breathe out and made my way towards him.
For once, I couldn’t believe how we were able to manage a scenario like that; sitting in a corner by the lovely window and chatting like two old friends who just met after months apart. As far as I remember, things with Josh weren’t entirely easy. It was a year of waiting, avoiding, loving, hating, forgiving, and vice versa. But from what it looks like from the little table by the window, everything about our past is totally behind us now and there is no reason of looking back.
Enough has been said and done, but I enjoyed the second time I get to see him now that he’s in town. From here, I don’t know what the future holds for us, but I know that I am delightfully satisfied on how we ended that night, walking hand in hand under the perfect moonless sky. I couldn't ask for more.