I can imagine you in a coffee shop, nuzzled into a corner in a comfy sweater with your headphones in - looking around as if expecting someone or something to pop out unexpectedly, but after realizing there are no detectable threats in the air you shake your head reassuring yourself and give a small smile as you close your eyes and sway slowly to the music from your headphones melding into harmony with the pulse in your veins
You’re the kind of girl that someone could look at, and in that moment they’d be completely entranced in your beauty
Filled with the urge to touch your skin and hear the blood flowing through you and feel the symphony of your thoughts
All of the shrill, piercing highs and the heart-dropping lows that sit in the pit of your stomach
In that moment, in that coffee shop, there is not a single person with a functioning heartbeat who could not fall in love with you as you sit in the corner forgetting the world
I love you, my coffee shop girl. Just a reminder.