Dear Dawn,
I'M not shallow, so I'd be lying if I said there was no doubt in my mind that it was you on the phone and you'll be there when I arrive with open arms. The closer I get to you, the more nervous I become. I can't believe that we're in the same city, when I was in Brooklyn, it was hard to believe that we were staring at the same stars in the night sky because I thought you were gone for good. I bet when I finally see you, there will be a coffee mug in one hand and a book in the other, folded like a pamphlet which used to irk the crap out of me. I just hope I can convince you to come back and be with me instead of staying in this lifeless town.
Sincerely,
Ian :)
YOU ARE READING
Coffee
Short Story"Let me guess, you want to order coffee again?" "You know it." "Something tells me the only reason you come to my diner everyday is for the free coffee, not me." "Shouldn't it be that way?" "Name one thing you love more than coffee." "You."
