Coffee..

He still remembered the way it was. The stuff  - a cell phone, a watch and a little lust.
" I wish I could have coffee with her again. " He tought while romancing with her memories. Time's diplomacy is always unpredictable. It moulds you the way it has to do.
" I am in love with my memories. " December mornings with the cups of coffee. And a little untold short stories.
He saw her coming towards him. Her radiant beauti. Elegant smile. Never changed. He felt like she felt for him same as he.
They were sitting face to face.
" You still love me? " She asked after a pause.
" What do you think? "
" I dont know. "  He always  wanted  her replp to be like  this.  He loved it.  He could see himself in her eyes. He smiled.
" Lets enjoy the coffee for a moment. It's been a long time. "
She smiled. She knew what he meant. :)