I remember the first time we met.
I remember that was one warm summer night in April. When the clock hit eight, I rushed out of the building to catch a cab. I couldn’t afford to miss you longer. After many months of you lingering in my thoughts, we’d finally look each other in the eye. I wonder if there would be sparks.
At a small tea shop beside FEU, there you were, the best two pints in my life. Gorgeous. My heart skipped a bit when you smiled at me.
Even when you sat quietly on my table, I looked at you with so much admiration. I watched the thin sheet of ice melt on your cover, and when I lifted the lid open, you stared at me irresistibly. Tea, coffee, or me? I giggled and quickly replied: you. I ran the silver spoon softly down your back. And you giggled. With nachos for a twist, we shared that warm summer night with happy thoughts of Brazilian coffee and butter pecan.
Whoa! It’s been a while. This cold December gives me all the thoughts of you. Oh, how about seeing me on Christmas Eve? I’m sure I’d be glad to see you again.
Love and kisses,