제이 - Love Part 2

Cold.

Everything around me is cold.

Though I don’t complain about it.

 I love the feeling of the coldness wrapping its breeze around me.

The sense of emptiness accompanied nether less with a sense of being carefree.

I don’t know it just seem like it to me.

Some people may find it uncomfortable as shivers go down their spine with the cold breeze but I find a sense of calmness and comfort in it.

Maybe because he always seemed cold that I got so used to it and found myself liking it and accustomed to it already.

No it couldn’t be that.

It was so long ago

I shouldn't even be reminded of him

Sitting here in a secluded booth, out from the eyes of many patronize of this café I had been going to for the last 4 years, I have found myself just leaning back in the chair and just looking out the window while caressing the cup of coffee I ordered as I found warmth needed for my stiff hands due to the coldness.

Snow.

Everything was covered with snow.

White can be seen everywhere.

And it was majestic beyond doubt.

How I love the color white

So pure and calming and it also represents freedom.

But how it represent coldness is just the downside of the snow for me.

Somehow and weirdly enough it translates loneliness in me sometimes. I have no exact reason to defend why but it just does.

Maybe because it was in this season that we have realized that we both can’t salvage the things that have died a long time ago, like the love that connects us.

No, it’s just a bittersweet memory of mine.

I couldn’t help but feel a small longing smile grace my face.

My facial muscle involuntarily created that smile.

It’s already long gone, what is the sense of holding onto something that was let go of?

None.

Sipping a bit of this Americano, a wave of calmness hit me as well as its beautiful and enchanting smell that I came to love since I was a small child.

I was always into coffee while he was always into green tea.

I couldn’t even grasp the logic of liking green tea, it tastes weird for my taste buds or maybe it’s just me thinking of it psychologically, that I didn’t want it, who knows.

Memories him persuading me into liking green tea also so that we could both enjoy it but it always ended me rejecting it and avoiding it.

I need to stop lingering around the past. There’s no more use in living in those times that passed so long ago.

What pulled me out of my reverie was the familiar chime of the bell of the door indicating someone entered or left the café.

I saw a familiar silhouette trudging towards the counter.

That tall figure, model like aura and posture, sharp jaw line and that cold feeling he always carried.

It was no doubt that it was him

Wu Yi Fan.

But as I insisted to call him,

Kris Wu.

I guess it really is inevitable to cross path with him. I should have seen it coming. Seoul was a small place.

He was talking to the cashier, obviously ordering, he pulled out his worn out wallet that he still hasn’t changed, he was someone who sees the sentimental value on every on his belongings,  I could guess he was told to wait for his order to what he nodded at and said something while gesturing a nod of his head in what I perceive as my direction.

To be continued....

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