April 11, Sunday.
I’ve always had a penchant for engaging conversations with great friends over coffee on a windy day. It makes me happy.
So, 5 hours later and we’re still there - jobim, lena and i- sitting at Starbucks with the breeze feeling as eloquent as our tongues, hastily licking our napes with gusts of air.
We meet because Lena leaves for her 50days European solo adventure tomorrow. I am selfish just as I am jealous of her trip. Because I wish I could share more of my summer with her, sipping coffee in our favorite cafe’s, delighting ourselves in kwento and worldly conversations. But as much as I don’t want her to go, I’m happy that I’ll have someone to email with. And we’ll talk like we always do about the minute details of our life that no one else would really have the patience to listen to.
“Just when i’m feeling stupid i meet up with you girls and suddenly feel intelligent again” - Jobim
The people who don’t find nerdy theories and useless but interesting bits of triva weird (and actually discuss it) are the people I’d like to call my friends.
My friends are also people who take their coffee very seriously. They’re the kind to get addicted to a caffeinated high.
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