It might have been so lovely having sit around a coffee shop where I could see the busy street in this city. Looking up from a bar seat against the window, seeing the street that you’d come across when you’re coming back. Staring at the alley which could welcome you into the land. Yes, the land that has been missing you so much.
The busy street won’t make me sick of getting into the panoramic road. I know that the pathetic traffic lane with thousand of chattels might ruin my sight but it’s because only through my eyes which can see you by penetrating through the excessive buildings and finally carrying me into what you’re doing.
But hell, now I’m just scared of sitting at that bar for the first time.
Sorry, because this is somehow not even part of yours....
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