If we were having coffee…
A coconut milk latte on this occasion. The coffee shop would look authentic – an original, non-chain tucked away in a hidden corner. The dainty chairs would make us think of Paris, and in that moment, we would want to sit outside and watch the world go by.
I would tell you I want to date
I’m an introvert who needs alone time. I have enjoyed being single – freedom to go on holiday at the last-minute – entirely selfish and wrapped in my own dreams. But change is good, and I like the idea of having a partner to experience life.
Though I’m afraid of love
I’m an all or nothing girl. Knowing that I fall easily and completely – what if I spend the rest of my year in heartache? What if I pick a bad seed again? And what if I don’t?
I’m afraid love is just a word – Harry Mulisch
What if the person is perfect and I’m the problem. I don’t do cheese (not even in food), and it’s hard opening myself up. Why are feelings easier to share on a blog?
If we were having coffee..
We would discuss dating as a blogger
If a date found my blog, he would know more than my family, and sometimes my friends. He would have intricate details – my insides naked – him fully clothed and able to inspect.
Though I wouldn’t discuss the beginning. I believe love is special sacred. We often want to film and photograph everything. We desire our memories to keep forever. The power of the mind however – that feeling – purely going by memory, is not one to forget.
By this point, our coffee’s have lost steam. Our sips become gulps. I scour the menu for vegan options, what would you eat?
I’d tell you I’m a hopeless romantic
I know it’s silly and I know it’s untrue – why can’t I wear a trench coat in the rain with a man who looks like George Peppard? The rain doesn’t bother me much, I don’t even think about my hair getting wet.
Love is an ice cream sundae, with all the marvellous coverings. Sex is the cherry on top – James Dean
I could act as Audrey for a minute – who played Holly Golightly – a character I relate to more than a real person.
Movie love is so cliché, yet I want a guy who is that devoted. Wears a suit as though it’s a casual pair of jeans – sophisticated enough to educate me on worldly wisdom. You sigh – no wonder I’m single you think, as you take another gulp of coffee.
If we were having coffee…
You would be interrogated on self-love
After hearing your beliefs, I would claim I’m a hypocrite. I tell everybody to love themselves, despite terribly suffering bouts of mean reds and unworthiness.
When I’m happy – I’m as self-assured as that cat who parades the street as king. I want to capture my body, do something wild and write the next stage of my dreams.
And when the rain comes – I’m like a hopeless child – restlessly waiting for a hand to adore me. You again sigh – a bad recipe for love. A concoction leading to neediness.
There is a dream I’d share
I’m desperate to write an e-book. I’m not sure whether I want characters – who would the characters be? One friend suggested a poetry book. It seems natural enough – I have written poetry from 12 years old.
If I could find a real life place to make me feel like Tiffany’s, then I’d buy some furniture and give the cat a name – Holly Golightly
I set up a plan – but am I actually a poet? Does it matter if no one will read? I secretly want to write a book I love as much as I adore Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Suffice I’m no Truman Capote.
Writing this down, I played the instrumental version of Moon River throughout. I cannot write well without instrumental – it changes on each occasion.
How would you be having coffee? Have you sat down at a coffee shop today? And I would love to know, what random thoughts are playing on your mind? Are you thinking of love, life, dreams? Are you in a deep place, because now I could easily have one of those deep conversations. Maybe I will watch Hepburn as Golightly after a therapeutic bath.
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