I set my alarm at 3:30 pm and went to bed with the bizarre feeling. Not so long, I was awaken by the noise that signaled me to stretch some muscles and get myself ready. I enthusiastically went to the bathroom and open the shower. I got a chill, not because our heater took sometime to do its job, but because today I'll be out on a date. I shampooed my hair briefly and disregard the conditioner. I don't want to missed the bus and stood the one waiting for me. I wore a white long sleeve because winter is definitely felt here in the East. I didn't mind putting make-up firstly because I do not know how. Besides, my date for today is not choosy. Instead, I just lavished ample amount of moisturizer on my face, enough as not to mistaken it as a frying pan. I grabbed my flats, careful not to make noise since my room mate is salivating from her sleep (sorry Sunshine, you have to prove me wrong in writing this,hihi) My hair is not even fixed, I just have it as is. I always want to wear a natural good-morning-from-bed look. As what I've said, my date is not that choosy.
I rode the bus, excited to be at the place where we will meet. I figured out how to open a topic, since this is the first time I'll be doing this. Besides, it's been a while since I went out on a date. I stepped out from the bus, hurried off to the coffee shop. I silently walked in, and I got the impression that this afternoon was solely created for a cozy encounter. I'm the only customer occupying the space, and for the meanwhile, I ordered a cup of coffee mocha and plain donut. I sat on the corner and laid the Gratitude Journal I brought with me. By the way, it has always been my silent companion. But mind you, it talks the loudest the moment you start reading it. Moments later, there was my date sitting in front of me. I cannot directly look at those eyes. I do not understand but I feel a bit, errr, awkward. He started to gaze at me, same familiar eyes. I tried to shift away from the gaze because of couple of guilts running my mind. I'm honest of my unfaithfulness. He understand. And I blushed. I open the cup and stirred the coffee mocha, my date watching me, smiling from time to time. He's happy I wasted the afternoon on the empty coffee shop. There's not so much exchanged of words but we are communicating. I felt the happiness I always been wanting to have. I looked at the blooming flowers from the oval garden, they are at their best. The sky is slightly changing hues, and I know sunset is at its brink of saying hello. He was still on the opposite chair while I marvel on the beauty that becomes suddenly extraordinary. I tried to close my eyes forcefully, because tears blur my sight. I was in control not to let it fall. I don't want to give a lunatic impression to the In-charge of the shop. I started to sip the beverage, holding it carefully since the air condition inside made me shiver. I rested the cup and looked at my date. I realized how much I miss the moment, to be with someone who understands my silence. To just let me be whatever I want to be. He missed me even more, I can tell. I closed my eyes, feeling the warmth grasping my sweating hands. I was not only held, I was embraced. I savor the moment, with sore in my heart how I've been missing such a beautiful emotion. I was held tight, reassuring in nature, not even a blame was uttered. I was just held.
Soon, I open my teary eyes. The chair is now vacant. I'm still the only customer in the shop. But I'm not alone. There's so much love filling my heart I do not know how to contain it. I opened my Gratitude Journal. I merely understand what I'm writing down. It seemed that my hands have a heart of their own. Lying open beside the sugar pouch and stirrer, I read what I wrote: I dated God over a cup of Coffee Mocha. (smiley included).
P.S.
Because God cannot eat the extra donut I ordered for Him, it was delivered to somewhere else..Hot choco included=)I found the utmost joy in my ordinary corner. Thank you God for wasting Your time on me. Let's do this often. A date over a cup of Cappuccino some other time maybe=) I love you!
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