I still remember the first time we met. I remember how good you smelled. I remember noticing how handsome you were. I remember how well your white shirt just looked on your chest. You were in a black and white outfit and your trenchcoat made you look even sexier.
“May I join you?”
I remember looking up at you, angry, you had interrupted my reading. You looked at me and smiled. It was a beautiful smile.
“Yes! Sure.”
You took the seat across from me. I remember going back to look at my book and trying as much as possible not to look at you. I failed. I kept stealing a few glances and noticed you were looking at your phone a lot, almost like you were expecting a call or a text from somebody. You smelled so good, and that was a distraction. I decided to put my book down and get my single Americano with milk on the side.
“You smell so good,” I remember saying.
“Oh! thank you.”
“You’re so beautiful and I’m not saying this just because you let me share this booth with you.”
You made me laugh. Minutes turned to hours and we couldn’t stop talking and sharing our weird stories. Your laugh was one of a kind. New to me and definitely nothing I had heard before. You were so sweet and I remember us setting a date for an official date.
I wake up in the middle of the night. I cannot sleep.
I sit at the edge of my bed. I don’t know what to do. Kalani turns two in a few months and all I want is you around. It’s been hard and I am not good at this because I’m just getting used to it.
The only thing that keeps me going is memories of you. Memories that remind me of the best parts of us. I know you’re not gone for good because I still feel you around us.
