..excerpt from a warm cup..

I nod, looking at the way you hesitate to take my hand, resting so near yours; I know you’re already gone. I will make it easy for both of us. I tell myself, I will forget the feel of your hands on my skin. I will smile and tell you that I’m happy for you because that what you want to hear, and that is what I want to believe. I will not hope you will be back soon nor say that I wish I where going with you. Instead, I will keep in my mind that there is nothing between us anymore. It’s just that the coffee is to warm and I am so cold…