Teenage Dreams

And then it was how things happened. He was telling me the story about how the world was conquered by good energy and still there are places for people who did the good deeds, not the ones for themselves but others too. My mind had lost track amidst the story and began to wonder why they put these extra coffee beans on the side plate of espresso. Nobody would want their coffee bitter than this. And then the bitter taste of the sip of coffee which I had gulped a couple of 10 seconds back began to irritate my tongue. I had this tingly feeling and I wasn’t sure if those were the words in my head or the coffee in the cup. I was beginning to hear words, losing all the interest in the ever-growing surrounding which was blossoming with people entering and exiting the main entrance and I was deep into my head hadn’t it been for someone who wanted the extra chair where my bag was placed. It was black for a moment. I was so pre occupied to my thoughts, that I forgot to breathe and a sense

It was fourteen years ago when both of us were young and stupid, we met.  She never had a boyfriend after the first one and I was on the constant urge of jumping from one human soul to other like a monkey on its peak adolescence.  She never bothered me at first except the fact that the time I met her I was with someone else who was much less attractive both mentally and physically and we didn’t even clicked. The only reason we were together was because of our common choice of the coffee house we dwelled in. And this girl I meet has a lot of interest that drags me to her but whatever big of a jerk I was I never even once got involved with two people at a single time.  Maybe Number was once what I used to brag about back then but this is the only fact right now that I feel proud of, of my entire dating history.(well that and a couple of people I met here and there along the way) When we first started talking, it felt like destiny was meant to be. We not only shared hobbies but shared