Small talks and the smell of coffee fill the air as I enter the café. The usual faces of the crew greeted me as I entered, and I gave them recognition by nodding my head and giving a smile.

          “This way sir, for two I guess?” the friendly waiter asked.

          “Yes, we’ll be meeting here… again,”

          They knew who I am talking about coz we love having coffee breaks in that particular place.

           “The same?” he inquired

           “Yes, and a carrot cake.”

           I seldom order cakes because it contains too much sugar that I believe lessens my life two days in each bite but she just laughs whenever we argue about that. A smile crossed my face. Just thinking about the little things that she does makes me happy and I wonder if I’m demented or crazy. Maybe crazy in love, yes, but then we still have a lot of things to do, dreams to make and achieve. And I promised that to her when we lie next to each other watching the starry sky.

           The waiter returned and placed my coffee and cake on the table, a malicious smile pasted on his lips. A few moments have passed after I finally realized why. As I turn my head towards the door I saw a glimpse of that black hair, smooth and deep as the night, and I instantly recognized the change of heartbeat that followed. I waved, and she looked at my direction and smiled. I stood up and pulled the chair beside me, she sat, and I looked at her directly in the eyes.
         
         “What?” she looked at me questioningly.
         
         “It may sound cheesy, but you know what? I love you so much baby…”
         
          She held my hand and I pressed hers caressingly. We sat there for a few seconds without moving and it seemed like an eternity before we were back to reality.

          “I thought you don’t like cakes?” noticing my order.

          “Well, it’s a special day and I intend to get fat this night,” I teased her.

          “Haha! Wait, special? Don’t tell me you got promoted?” and she chuckled.

          “Nah! That’ll be impossible. You just wait ok?”

          And I silently pat my bulging pocket where lies a red box with a ring inside. It was already three years of endless happiness and I intent to make it forever with the two of us tied.

           We cuddled for some moments and talked about how the day had passed. I felt tired from work but after she arrived I got restless discussing things with her.

          “Baby, I need to go to the washroom’” I told her.

          “Make it fast, I’m telling you something”

          “Sure, it’ll just be a minute”

          I walked quietly towards the washroom and got there with pure excitement. Reaching my pocket I almost tore my lips with my smile. This is what I’m waiting for the very moment when I would propose to her. I placed the box in my pocket and washed my hand while whistling. Pathetic. My heart beats faster with each note and it proves how nervous I am. It took seconds after I dried my hands and headed back to our table.

          A child was crying in the near cubicle and it caught my attention while unconsciously walking towards the table.

          “Hey..” I said and froze.

          I was surprised not to see her on the chair where she was moments ago.

          “She must be in the comfort room,” talking to myself.

         
         *If a picture paints a thousand words then why cant I paint you…
         The words will never show the you I’d come to know…*

        * If a man could be two places at one time I’d be with you…
        Tomorrow and today beside you all the way….

        I couldn't explain for the room was cool but I perspired like I was on a dessert with the sun blazing above me. I checked my watch and found out she’s gone minutes already. I nervously stood up to look for her and I accidentally hit the coffee mug, spilled its contents and sent it to the ground with a crash. The coffee touched my fingers and it felt cold as an ice, I noticed a note stained with the brownish mixture I was drinking, placed under the mug I broke. My breathing became heavy as I reach for it. The paper contains just a single line but it struck on me like a chaos of gunfire. It read: SORRY. I’m pregnant and it’s Jeff’s.

       My dreams instantly vanished and I reread the note a couple of times to absorb the content, but my eyes fogged with tears I couldn’t control that made me stop. And at that very moment, I knew, things would really be different.

        I sat down. A lightning cracked and the sky cried for me, making the glass window misty with the raindrops that made me feel colder. Outside, a woman was running towards a shed, and I looked at her lazily as she slipped.
 

       * And when the world was through
       then one by one the stars would go out
        Then you and I would simply fly away….*