It came unexpectedly—the time you chose to give me, a seat beside you, and two cups sharing the same table: cold for you, hot for me.
Different, perhaps, but still meant to be enjoyed beside each other.
There were conversations that made me wonder where all of this was going, and feelings that once made the space between us unclear.
But I hope none of it made this moment awkward for you. Because for me, it was fine—more than fine, actually.
I was at ease beside you, no longer searching for a sign or turning your kindness into a promise you never made.
There was assurance in the simple fact that you came, and reassurance in knowing that after everything was said, we were still good.
For once, my heart settled—not because I imagined something more, but because the moment itself was honest and real.
And wherever all of this may be going, I hope we still find ourselves sitting beside each other again—your coffee cold, mine warm, raising our cups to another moment that does not need to promise us a future to be worth having.