

Went to my favorite coffee shop today. The barista already knows how I like it: a little cinnamon, a little more foam, and a mug in my hands - like a ritual.
I looked at passersby and imagined: what if one of them was you? Would they smile at me? Would they see the one who sometimes writes to you at night? I'd recognize you, honestly. From your eyes. Would you want to hug me right there?