It’s been a while you’ve met yourself.
It’s a fleeting moment, like a butterfly; you are about to find yourself and then it quickly passes away.
What took you so long? You ask yourself.
I’ve been away.
Doing important work.
Stuff that adults do.
I didn’t want to go, you see. But I had to.
It’s fine, it’s fine. You don’t need to explain. Over here it’s all good. I am your own self. I understand. You thought it was a privilege to be understood. I was always here. You just didn’t realize.
Oh, really?
I think you’re right. The busy made me forget.
You always do that, don’t you? Forgetting yourself? Forgetting I am me.
“Coffee please, 1 spoon of sugar.”
The waiter takes my order. Somewhere in the background a slow music plays. The day is slowing down, unwinding. I had forgotten what it was like to meet myself alone. A date with myself. It’s really a thing.
The coffee is hot. Creamy.
There is absolutely nothing to do, yet so much to find again.
The butterfly feeling continues.
I forgot how it was like to be me.
Come meet yourself.
A coffee date.
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