I thought the coffee date was just a pure wishful thinking of us until you asked me to meet you at six in the evening. I was in between of joy and fear; always on both ends of the spectrum until I opened the door of your car and both of us saw older faces. The two of us were aware how we missed each other so, and yes we felt each other's arms again - felt the warmth again, but beyond that, nothing happened. We know how much we want to stay longer like that, but instead of touching one's skin deeper, I grip my hands on my seatbelt while your fingers digging your palms hard, holding the steering wheel; eyes were focused on the road. And I swear to God, at that moment I was dying. I want to pull you close as we spoke of our lives and how have we beens, how we spent years apart. My throat was too dry and clogged to say I missed you, not until your lips conveyed them; I said I missed you too when in the back of my mind was; 'I missed you I thought it will kill me.' The night was too surreal, my head was cloudy and there were times I thought you were not real. But you were there, right before my very eyes; sitting in front of me, talking about politics and your opinions, sipping on your chai tea, while I wrap my hands on my cup of english breakfast. We said coffee date but it ended up as a tea date since we had pizza and pasta for dinner; we ate the food that used to remind you and me. We said coffee date, but then it was a tea date full of ideas and dreams that we only used to talk in the middle of the night, far from each other's reach. It was a night that filled all the years we missed, and maybe yes we ended up on a tea date but frankly no matter what it is, as long as it's you who's there in front of me, as long as it's you who sips on that cup, as long as it's you who I always catch stealing glances at me... it will always and always be worth all the years I have waited for.
