And there she stayed sipping coffee out of her cup and potrating his helpless face. She was silent. She had finished her story and left him stabbed with a broken heart and leaving him wounded with the pieces of information she conveyed. He couldn’t touch his cup. A thick layer of fat was getting over the cup with the decreasing temperature both in the cup and heart of a betrayed( that’s what he felt) a guy who was not sensible enough to understand life, what it was or what it conveyed. hours passed and harldy there was any talk. He didn’t touch his cup while she stayed there finishing her story and cup both being at the same time. she was moving apart from him, far apart what she presented was a compulsion, his view of it was a choice. But seeing far and apart seemed good for her future, she was going to live up to her dreams and potentials, (at least he could sit there saying that,) it felt good to think it that way. He was sitting there like an idiot not realising when she had finished and was feeling odd but it wasn’t different for him. He felt odd when she was saying it might be their last meeting,yet he couldn’t help but listen everything, each and every one of the particular word she used. He lives, likes, loves, loves someone way too much and finally he losts. Loses everything. She, she was #Sw31 , she was the virtual concept for him right now,nothing more. Wow! Love’s a bitch wasn’t it?? They had met just last march, at some event, first friendship, some meetings and without knowing the guy had fell. Nah! Not fell in love, as she used to say we fly in love but they both flew to different directions, far apart from each other only leaving them( at least him) that they’ll meet one day, providing him hope, providing him determination to do, what seemed unachiveable. He was the guy who had spent his lifetime excelling at things he’s been through but he never knew that geting over one person would be this difficult. Now
“This is where science comes to play, yeah! Sciene. just like the law of consevation of energy or whatever “she was saying ” there is law of consevation of feelings”. He stay stunned with the explaination from this human being of management faculty. She continued” just keep hope, we’ll meet. I’ll be back, i wish for that but you too try being there. And back to the law. Just wait, the feelings you have me for now just use it convert it to something useful. Like feel angry, and used that anger to avoid peer and concentrate on your goals. You do know your dream?. The one you told me, on our first encounter. You were so cute then.” The last line. it was the first time he had smiled that day after her story…” just do it. i have faith in you, i’ll live my dreams you do yours and we’ll meet again.”
That’s when he gained enough courage to speak but he was out of words,he had to attend a birthday party later that day, so he called hsi friends who were now an hour late. F*** relativity, time passed so slowly, for the first time in his life he hated being out with her. The words stung much more. He paid. And yet she didn’t left. She stayed there an extra hour trying to convinve him, he knew she was late yet she was staying which developed a rosebud in his deserted heart.. her miracle worked, he gained consicousness , “a next cup of coffee for two please” the waiter was damn surprised, yet it came 15 mins later. They both had the drinks this time. (Hot coffee ,with a hot girl, at cold wether and yet something was lacking). i took her to a bus back home and suprisingly he could at least say ” call when you reach” ( which she did but texted, F%&$) . He phoned his friend again who was yet keeping him waiting and the haunt for the perfect birthday gift began. He was at the party, arriving late missed the cake blow off. He tried avoiding feelings with loosing games and winnig streaks. He wanted to be kept busy, damn busy that he wouldn’t have time to think about her, yet fate had different plans a lot awaited further. Well it was almost 10 and he was in his games. *First win in Pc football lifetime and yet he needed to fake happiness(he had taken Chelsea;))* well at 10 phone vibrated, he had it on silent, a text which obviously he tried to ignore but eventually read it after 15 minutes. Well, she couldn’t sleep. She knew he was out so he would be awake. No call but text, she understands him…. I replied “playing pc games” to the text which had read ” What are you doin’? and how are you?? ” i ignored the last part because i couldn’t lie to her.She asked me how i was yet she knew i was broken broken into pieces. I wanted to avoid her totally yet i get wasted everytime my phone flashes her name. I was helpless, well thanks to Ncell it was only 10© per sms. 😁
I didn’t wanted to play games,no more i could bear it, so i drove myself out and in the open air i wrote a poem for her just four lines which i texted to her. It read:
“yet we’re friends
Can’t we meet but social media is all we depend.
I try to hide feelings but you know can’t pretend.
Your journey why had it to tend?”
She knew what i was feelings but after i expressed i think she could take no more.she wished night saying her sister’s awake just leaving me enough time to realise it was past midnight…
Texting continued till midnight maybe late with 10 mins interval between two incoming messages. (That’s what we play) . I couldn’t yet call neither she did nor she asked me too. Well that’s the last i’ve heard of her and merry christmas sucked for all… …… …… 
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Teenage Dreams 