Today, I visited the restaurant I was scared to visit for months. I remembered how I used to sit and dine in there everyday. Even on the day I decided to stop coming, for the following months I still passed by on it. Every single day.
The familiar ambiance is still there, just the way how I loved it. It looks like it’s doing well. I’m really glad. I missed it very much I’d say. I saw the new pictures and signs on the walls that were not there the last time I came in. It’s nice to see and feel how this restaurant was doing during the times I wasn’t inside. It changed a little but the things I liked remained. I touched the walls and seats. I thought to myself that I guess I was scared for nothing.
It was just a quick visit. I didn’t dine, maybe in the future, and maybe I won’t be able to visit again for a very long time. Maybe the next time, a new person would be inside and I will forever remain outside the restaurant. Maybe, I too, would find a new restaurant to love. I wouldn’t really know.
As I was walking out the door, I bid my silent farewell. I glanced back on everything inside again trying to keep it in my memory. I hope this place knows that I stayed, I never left. I was just being out of sight.
Tomorrow, and for the next days, I’ll pass by on it again —no longer with a heavy heart but with hope and acceptance. This restaurant is a favorite and holds a very special value in me.
