Dear my iced-americano,

Your eyes were occupied with uneasy emotions. 

In every glimpse, your sad eyes radiated regrets and anger.

You might be in turmoil.

Though, 

In your despair, I found back what lost from me, a shade, an asylum.

Through the remaining drizzling of that afternoon, on which you sacrificed your shoulder to fit me under your small umbrella, we matched our steps for the first time, running in the rain.

My americano, had gone sweet and mesmerizing.

...

"Here?" his collected voice traveled to my every heartbeat, waking up my pupils to dilate and catch his pretty eyes.

I nodded. 

He handed me his very own umbrella before turning around and ran, leaving me in daze. The sight of his back hypnotized me for seconds, the back that i never expected.

God, i wish this is not the last time. 
I'd meet him another more time, later...