“I found myself sitting in the same cafe today that I had last visited 10 months ago when you had stepped in nonchalantly and ordered a hot latte.
Drenched from the rain outside, you finished the entire cup in a gulp and waited for the water to stop pouring down. We did talk. A lot. We heard Pink Floyd songs in the empty cafe and argued about the new age trash music.
It was raining again today and the memory seemed blur. I could only remember the fragments of time that we had spent; memories that I had deliberately kept safe with me.
I guess it is not the time but space that heals the wounds. The empty space that is created when you either change your city which gave you the bitter sweet memories or the moment when you walk away from a toxic person thinking that that would be your last real love that you will ever have in this lifetime. And so, you move ahead, creating the space, the void away from the memories that are now slowly fading away, turning invisible.
I finished my cappuccino and stole a few rain drops in my hand that were dripping on the street and felt a sense of relief that during all this time when we were apart, I hadn’t actually lost anything. You did, though.