Coffee, mate?

“It’s just a little crush,

Not like I’ll faint everything we touch,

It’s just some little thing,

Not like everything I do depends on you.”

Every time we turn around, there is always someone there. We show no emotion or physical reaction – playing pretend. Take the world away, and you have two individuals sharing light conversation and perhaps the growing identity of one another. Why does it always seem we have to start the conversation based on something other than just “how are you”? I am glad it was coffee, but you made it clear you are not able to take caffeine fuel refreshments - continue talking to me, while I continue walking away to the lift.

Blink. Blink. Blink. Below my messed up task bar, there was only your middle name, and my heart leaped. It seems like a dream, which never should or could have come true. Hitting my mind hard, I practice restrain. It took me 5 blinking seconds to read your name. You casually asked me about someone else – it was better than none. You should know I tried so hard to restrain from replying your every sentence. I needed a break, but you had though I went back home. Does this mean you were expecting some kind of reply?

“And I wonder if I ever cross your mind,

For me it happens all the time”