𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝┊✓

cento e trinta e dois

vintage baristas and bouquets

«e p i g r a p h»
have you got the time,
we could do dinner + wine
i could compliment you
b u t t h a t w o u l d t a k e a l l n i g h t
—Stanaj (Romantic)

walking in
the vintage
coffeeshoppe,
her smile was
vibrant as ever,
her lips
luscious and pink.
he didn't think
he could ever
fathom in to words
how he felt with her.
he was
captivated, enticed,
and mesmerized.
'ello love,'
the handsome
barista called.
and even through
all the vivacious
coffeeshoppe talks
surrounding her,
his voice was
all she heard.
melancholy and accented.
her feet took
her to the counter.
'hello handsome,'
she said faintly.
her voice,
it was,
soft, light,
and angelic.
he would never
get tired of it.

she ordered
her usual,
peach green
tea lemonade
and a crepe.
he freshly brewed
the tea
and made the
crepe himself.
she loved
watching him.
watching him
do his passion.
and while
he did,
they conversed
in small talk.
his oceanic
blue eyes
piercing her
liquid honey orbs.
he disappeared
into the kitchen
only to
come back
with her order.
serving her,
she smelled of
tiramisu and citrus.
and he
caught sight
of the
'carlton's orchids' box
in her hand.
she caught him looking
and she smiled.
and to him,
it was like
the sun
breaking through
the clouds.

sipping her
lemonade,
she realized
he had
his own
coffee mug.
and
in his
other hand,
was a croissant.
she put down
her glass
and set the
big box
on the counter.
'for you and
the shoppe,'
she voiced.
he opened it
and found
a beautiful bouquet,
like the ones
she brought in
every week.
'why thank you
my love,'
he replied.
he had on
a heart stopping smile.
he came
around the counter,
until he was
standing in front
of her.
he pulled her
into his embrace
for a
warm hug.
she wrapped
her arms
around his neck.
she inhaled
his scent deeply -
coffee, lemons,
and sugar.
it was home
to her.
and they didn't
let go.
in that moment,
they swore,
they were
infinite.
and they
realized,
everyday
was forever,
when they
were with
each other.
they would
love each other
with their
vintage hearts
for the rest of
their
vintage lives.

n° 132