Coffee Break Forever

"...she altered me, reduced to nothing at her wake, in a way that true love has affected me."



Tonight the moon peeks from the dark sky blending with the noise of the busy street lights... I take my cup of coffee slowly while I write my scene; underneath the lights of this scenic view, clandestine from the people's notice, clad in pain and cloaked in agony, walking past the places where we used to hang, fixed on a distant place wherein I can take a cup of coffee and write a stupid story...
I lay my past in front of me that when I try to move forward, I end up walking backwards. Everything is desolate, chaos runs thick through my veins, I breathe only sorrow, I've shed blood through my eyes, no noise breaks the silence amidst the emptiness that surrounds me as I walk onwards... It seemed endless, this lunatic oblivion. Whoever said that hell was like a thousand miles of burning sea is wrong, hell is cold and dark. Where nothing is the only thing you have, isolated and unable to smile. It's not the hardship and problems that define hell but the moment of losing everything that you built.
I, for once, have grown tired of this cycle of stupidity. It's time I break away from the circle where I traverse. So with this ender I narrate how Nostalgic began.

I had a choice, to grab her hand and tell her I'm sorry or to let her walk away without a word, doltish as I am, I let her go. She bares witness to my past as she is my past. I confess I still love her like before but I had accepted that it is impossible for us. Because of me. In a positive point of view I learned from her although in a negative point of view, it means that, I made most of mistakes on her which is why she hated me in a way that she didn't realized that it was, in fact, hate. But since, being me, I continued my foolish attempt to make her fall. She did fall. Fall out of my friends list. Regret? Naah. Albeit she altered me in a way that true love has affected me, I couldn't care less. Well, college surely has great effects on a kid, especially being me, that I sort of forgot that she still exists. Well since I was reading the Alchemist, her name was scattered on the last parts of the book, so yeah, she still exists. And she will continue to exist only this time I will live my life in a different world from her. Partly because I've grown tired of this crap and mostly because I found someone new. Apparently, she is way better than that of her. She(the new girl), her(the old hag). Well, you get the gist? So this is me, stupid and carefree, saying goodbye cruel world and hello happy new one!
My coffee break forever from my sick and melancholic past.