text: The boy in the Coffee shop I used to go to the same coffee shop everyday after School. I loved going there and having a nice warm cup of tea while listening to the calming music playing in the background; it released the stress from all of the assignments and responsibilities. While sipping on the tea, I did some of my homework, and then I wrote in my journal. There was usually not many people there at the time of day I came, which was perfectly the way I liked it. Although, I had been noticing that this really attractive boy came there every few days. He sat at the same spot every time: at the table beside me. He usually drank black coffee while he studied, looking extremely concentrated. We had made frequent eye contact, and I knew he wanted to speak to me. He looked unsure if he should approach me. On the other hand, I was not that shy. So, one day, as he sat down at the table beside me and started preparing all of his books and papers to study, I spoke to him. “Hey, I’ve seen you here for a while now. What are you studying for?” He looked up at me. At first, he was quiet, and looked almost as if he was embarrassed. “Nothing much really, Im just trying to get ready for my exams... what about you?” He asked. And that’s how the boy in the coffee shop became my good friend. We had a lot in common. I found out that he was a book lover just like me, and that he also enjoyed skating. We started hanging out a lot, and we became very close friends. Finally, one night as we were taking a walk together, he asked me “do you wanna be my girlfriend?” From then on, I was the happiest girl. Everything was so perfect. I just wish it stayed that way. A couple years later, still the happiest I’ve ever been, I started to notice my boyfriend acting unusual. He told me nothing was wrong and that he was just sick, but I could feel that something was off. I took him to the doctor, only to find out that he had stage 4 cancer. The cancer got worse and worse. I did everything I could to help him. I stayed with him in the hospital all day and night and gave him so much love and comfort. He started looking weak and sad. He spoke less. Instead, he stared at me with his tired and gloomy eyes. “I love you” he said. I held him in my arms and said “I love you more baby.” I noticed that he started staring at the wall, blank faced, with a tear rolling down his cheeks. Then, he stopped breathing. It’s been six months now. I miss him, I still do. He deserved much more. He was the sweetest and the most caring man I have ever met. I miss his hugs and kisses and his stupid jokes. I miss the way I used to feel when we were together. With him, Ive never been so deeply in love before. Now I am just sad and broken. Yesterday, I decided to visit the same coffee shop where we met. Stepping inside, and smelling the sweet aroma of coffee with the peaceful music in the background was very nostalgic. It brought back so many memories. As I sat there, drinking black coffee like my boyfriend used to, I noticed a cute little boy sitting next to me. He was studying. As he looked up towards me, I noticed it was my boyfriend from when he was younger. He stared into my soul. “Ill always be here with you, baby.” He said. It felt so real, but I knew it couldn’t be. I didn’t know what to feel. My eyes started to water, and my vision became foggy. When I wiped my eyes, he was gone.