If we were having coffee, I would gush about my new career and the fact that I am finally in the role I desired to be in three years ago. I would go on an on about my recent travel adventures and my desire to live abroad again. And when you would smile back and ask me about a certain someone, I would give you that knowing glance and simply say that “all is well.” Nothing else. Just that.
If we were having coffee, I would admit that the thought of cute, brown babies sometimes dominates my daydreams. You would remind me of how much your life has changed after having a baby and all. You would tell me how you are ready for a get-a-away and how you stalk Groupon vacations wishing to be anywhere but home. I would pause and wonder if I would feel the same way in a few years.
If we were having coffee, we would compare the books we recently read and cut each other off in mid-sentence. We would bob and weave in and out of conversations, intertwining thoughts and starting and stopping and somehow keeping all the different conversations straight in our minds. A white guy wearing Toms, would look our way and you would effortlessly move your hand and gently grip your locs and push them out of your face. I would look too but divert my eyes when he boldly stares too long. “He has a lot of nerve,” I would think without even bothering to say it because you already know.
If we were having coffee, when we stumbled upon silence, I would sip my vanilla bean latte and silently wish that life could be as sweet as the vanilla syrup and cinnamon that dances on my tongue with each sip.
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