The Coffee Date (5): Distance

Flo brought in the package just right after she arrived home. She put her coffee aside and smiled. It has been a while since she started taking a step back from everything, including whom the package came from. The excitement turned into a light trembling as Flo opened the box. She found a dried flower along with a letter. She always loved getting letters, the handwritten ones.

"I've got the package," she texted him. "And I've read the letter, too," another bubble chat was sent.

"I'm glad you could read my handwriting," Arn laughed, sending the text. "I apologize if it bothered you somehow,"

"It does. The flower will never fit into my scrapbook, but it looks pretty on my desk. So yeah, apology accepted," Flo stared at the flower she received and sipped her coffee. She didn't care where the cold came from. Whether it's the dripping droplets of her glass, or the weather that night, or even within herself.

"Can I call you in 4 mins?" he asked.

"Sure, we've got a lot to talk about,"

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Arn looked at the coffee in his hands. It was still warm, but surely not enough to calm him down. He counted down to ten before he tapped Flo's name on his phone.

Minutes turned into hours as they finished their own coffee. Honesty has never really felt that way between them, even after all the cups they spent right in front of each other.

After the call ended, Flo read the notes she wrote to capture what she didn't say. She felt like a storm forming within her mind. She was happy to see the truth, yet it scared her as well.

You say you don’t like being anyone’s choices, but we are a choice in somebody else’s story. No matter if we stand among others, or it’s just us alone. You chose me, that’s what’s written in your letter, that’s what makes me your choice. Don’t you think it’s not fair?

I have been watching you do the things out of your mind for me. I have been watching myself taking the miles I didn’t think I would take for you. But tell me, how could I choose you when you are unsure about yourself, the same soul that chooses mine.

If we were brave enough to conquer the doubts, we would go further than where we are now. Then, walk the distance with me, eyes closed. We will see if whatever turns we take will bring us back to each other.

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It was nearly 3 A.M., and Flo had not closed her eyes to sleep.

"Are you awake?" she texted to a name on her phone, relying on the universe to take her somewhere.

"I am; what happens?"

Flo took a deep breath, hoping it would lighten up her mind a bit. "I am sorry. I really am," later did she find herself talking to the voice across the phone.

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The silence I share with you will always be my favorite.

I always pray for more time to spend with you as whatever we are, but it tortures me to know that I can't even hold you right the way I want it to be.

We can't always have everything just the way we want it to be, can we?

I respect every word, acts, and decision you make because it's what I've always been taught about.

I don't know where life will take me, take you, or even us.

All I know is that time is working on its own, and as the universe can do anything with possibility, I hope it's gonna be you.

It may take a while, and it may take forever.

You may take this in pure joy and in sorrow, but God knows I don't want any sadness given upon the heart that never fails to heal me: yours.