I remember moments, not days
by
Jay's World
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My heart embraces him
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There are a lot of coffee shops in this city. Starbucks just went big, opening new shops every day. They're cheaper. Why does he keep coming here?
I know a little bit about this place. Not much. Just little. It's from the 50's, but that you can tell from the outdated décor. We sell good food, but by no means following the trends of low-carb diets and healthy dining. I don't eat it myself. Old habits die hard.
What do I know of Edward? He's in his mid thirties, but he could be younger than he looks; the worn expression on his face might be fooling me.
He's kind.
He's sweet.
He lends a hand when needed.
But he's also a stranger. I don't know him at all.
Yet, when I think about him now…my heart beats a little bit faster and I daydream. Old and gray, grandchildren running around us as we sit on a porch. Together in bed, him above me, moving slow and tenderly.
I've never been one to touch myself, but he spurs it on.
I'm over-thinking this. I'm making up scenarios that will never come true.
Yet I hope.
Because I've fallen.
And I need him to catch me before I break.
Mornin'. Okay, so it's 1.40pm, but for me it's morning!