As I sit with a coffee in my hands, the warmth emanating from the cup makes my glasses hazy as I sip small sips from it. I wait for a call, a message, a reminder that you still remember to talk. I wait and I wait some more. For the last time I talked, you said ‘5 minutes’ not realizing that in those 5 minutes, I have died five hundred times, waiting for you. Hazy wisps of steam do not flow from my cup of coffee now, for the cup too is tired of waiting with me. Hence when I give up all hope, and my palms start sweating as I clench my phone, the coffee cup sits on the bed, finished and spent. But then a tiny vibration lights up my heart, and as I see the screen light up with your words, a smile forms on my face…
For those words were ‘I love you.’
H.S.
