***I was rereading this a while ago and noticed how extremely rushed the ending seems. i'll edit this when i find the time. Extremely dislike the "it would be perfect" part.

someday,
we would meet at a starbucks. you would enter the store with your hair a bit damp
from the rain because you forgot to bring a hoodie. i would notice this and glance
at my umbrella on the chair beside me, and i would think of how two people
would fit perfectly under that. you would walk to the counter and order coffee,
black, no sugar. as you wait you would stand near my table and watch me
with my 3 year old macbook that i named hemingway. i would hide behind the tower
of law school text books pretending to not notice you watching me type my paper.
the barista would call your name and you would look. and i would look.
and our eyes would meet and it would be perfect because at that moment
i would know your name and you would know im interested and
nothing
else
would
exist
but us.