November 29, 2018
VANILLA
Do you know that vanilla was made from an orchid?
As how nice smell as it is, orchid is also pretty in eyes.
FOUR:
We met in early april, and I kept passing that same path way home with your very own umbrella. I wished I would be able to shake your hand at least, for thanking you letting me hid under your umbrella.
You looked hurt that day.
You held your anger with your cold americano in rains.
Coffee isn't calming for some reasons, dear mr. americano in brown coat. I would treat you to a glass of vanilla latte once we meet again, at least a latte, to comfort your uneasiness.
I was waiting you at the same seat we sat on that day. I was bringing my own book, Great Gatsby. But I couldn't concentrate onto every classic words I read. I kept wanting to look up whenever the door was opened, hoping that you might stop by.
You.
You were the unfamiliar feelings lingered around my heartbeat.
You were butterflies tickling me inside.
You, might be the sweetest americano I know, even now.
