It’s a sleepy morning. The kind of morning that looks back on the day before, heavy and empty at the same time. Sedated by exhaustion birthed out of trying your very best and still coming up short. Readjusting the baggage you’ve brought, you pull the cold handle, opening the door to your favorite coffee shop. Immersed in smells, sounds and warmth, your body reminds you, you’re alive.
Glancing too and fro, humans speak, words navigating through steam. Provoked by their connections, a feeling crawls up from the bottom of your stomach: loneliness.
Your bags grow heavier with this addition.
He wanted to meet you here to reconnect. You did your best to talk yourself – and him – out of it. You search the shop until you see Him…well, not so much as see Him as you feel His smile.
It’s kind, Love’s smile.