A Cup of Vanilla Coffee
~ Cold air and warm skin, fast pace, and calm swing.
I must just savor it, it’s the prettiest thing, it’s a new feeling. ~
Scott’s POV,
Alright, I gave up. I miss him. I miss him like I miss a sweet cup of coffee. I miss him like I miss my dance in the rain running on empty streets. It’s all there, still. His touch, his voice, even I can feel his eyes on me. But I miss him the most, as I've never seen him. Weirdly, his light whispers in my ears, his nervous talk, the simple things we just talked about not caring for anything else. Everything. I just miss seeing his face, his smile, HIM. The way his jaw is clenched stiff when he thinks hard about something, also when he is angry his nose puffs up. I can imagine that sight like a pure vivid memory. He’s done it to
