Last week I saw her. She was drinking a coffee. More milk than actual coffee to tell you the truth.

She looked so beautiful, every day she's beautiful. I can't believe she dyed her hair. Like a burn red, turning into orange. It looks great on her.

I should have said something to her. But what could I say? "oh hello I know you left me 4 years ago but I came to say hi!" Yea,no.

She's really here...I wish I was with her, drinking coffee. I know exactly how she likes it. Halfway is milk while the other part is coffee. Then she adds four or six spoonfuls of sugar. So sweet for her.

I always told her she's gonna get a toothache but no. I don't know if she had one.

I wanna be her coffee. Her sugar rush that she so desperately want every minute. I want to be that for her. I wanna be her coffee.