Our Table

Every time we came to this café, we’ll choose this table. It’s located beside the big transparent window near the door. We used to call it our table—or I’m used to. If someone has already sit on that, I can’t help myself but keep staring at them, wish they will leave the table sooner since it supposed to be ours. And, you will gave me distraction by asking me several question about my day or just flattered how beautiful I am today, and of course—you’ll add to makes my smile wider—you’ll always look beautiful every day, you say. If it didn’t work, you’ll say how you miss me until you hope we can meet every second.

I know that’s cheesy, but I’m kind of missing your cheesiness rather than this silence that strangle me I can’t breathe. Strangely, I wish we didn’t get this table today just to hear the words came from your mouth that you are missed me a lot like I did, do, and will.

I was wondering whether you miss me. I was also wondering whether you would miss this café, especially this table.

Our love for that special table is because this is the first time we met in this table. At that time, all the table is full. That was the time I caught your eyes. Without hesitation, I asked you to sit with me. Yes, you’re the stranger one. And that was the time when I felt stranger to my self—I just dumped by my ex. Sitting together at that seat, I told you about my story. Yeah, that was our first time to meet each other. But, it was easy for me to tell you everything like you were my best friend. More than that, I felt like we are created to be a complete package.

And, I felt the same, tho.

But your gaze hit my heart. You peer at my ring on my finger.  I stumble and fell from the highest place called ours—our love, our moment, our table. There is no room for them.

You got a call but I know that was from her. You told me you have to leave. Of course, she asked you to come to her. You did not need to explain she was sick. I’m the healthy one should be understand, yeah, I kept saying to my head. I have to understand. To you, I smiled wryly and say that was not a big deal for me.  Even though, that was.

And, now, as I watched your back I wish I could say more words like we used to do. I wish I could run to you and said I missed you a lot. And, I still loved you.

Apparently, that was not just my imagination. And you wouldn’t know how relieved I was that you hug me back.

“Thank you,” I said to your shoulder, before you came to your wife.

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