Love is a story of forever. It is a tale as old as time but it will never really get that old. It is also an anthology where regrets come and go.
And so, when you talked about the things you love, in that humble coffee shop we used to go, all I said was, “I want to be a part of that.”
You laughed at the thought, of course. You even joked about the ridiculousness and the logic of a love story we are going to make.
I simply smiled and looked at the floor. I could not say that the story will not be about love. And at one point, before you took a sip, you could not either, right?
-Juman Kevin B. Tindo