A Coffee in the Rain: A Reflection on Unspoken Goodbyes!

There's something magical about filter coffee on a rainy night. The rich aroma mingling with the scent of wet earth creates an atmosphere of comfort and nostalgia. That night, standing across from you, was no exception. It wasn’t a date—at least not officially—but the confusion and mixed signals were part of the charm for this bewildered soul.

Our history with coffee had been a rollercoaster. I recall a particularly bitter latte from our past, one that seemed to mirror the complexities and unspoken tensions between us. But this night felt different. As the rain poured outside, it felt like the world was giving us a fresh canvas, a clean slate to write our story anew.

Little did I know that this would be our last meeting before we went our separate ways. Sometimes, life doesn't give us the luxury of a proper goodbye. It's as if the universe prefers to leave some chapters unfinished, perhaps to keep the mystery alive or to allow us to move forward without the burden of finality.

In those moments with you, I often wondered if this was the end of our friendship or just another phase we needed to navigate. I built walls around my feelings, trying to shield myself from the uncertainty and potential hurt. Yet, despite my defenses, I found myself hoping for more moments like this—simple, yet profound.

Why is it that I always seemed to be the one to initiate conversations, to open doors? I guess I feared losing any opportunity, whether in life or in my career. The stakes always felt high, and with you, they seemed even higher.

As we sat there, I allowed myself to dream. I imagined us having beautiful mornings together, starting our days with a mug of hot coffee. The thought was comforting and bittersweet, knowing that reality might never align with these dreams.

But here I am, reflecting on that rainy night and the filter coffee that accompanied it. Perhaps there was something poetic about the lack of a proper goodbye. Maybe it signified that our story wasn’t meant to have a clear ending, leaving the door ajar for possibilities yet to come.

To you, wherever you are, I hope you have found your own moments of peace and clarity. Until then, I will cherish the memory of that night, the rain, and the coffee that held within it the essence of all that was left unsaid.