~~Don't leave me in all this pain. Don't leave me out in the rain. Take back the sad word goodbye. Don't leave me here with these tears, come and kiss the pain away. Un-break my heart, say you'll love me again. Undo this hurt you caused when you walked out that door and walked out of my life. Un-cry these tears I cried so many nights. Un-break my heart~~~
-Toni Braxton-
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At the age of 26, we met again and it was then that I realized that I had never really forgotten him and that the feelings I had tried to bury over the past years suddenly waved in front of me and at the same time reminded me of what I've been through.
And now... now is the right time to finally let go of everything, to finally let go of him and move on.
"Whew!" I shivered when I felt the cold seawater reach my feet.
I checked the time from my wristwatch and noticed that it's only 10 minutes before 10:00 in the morning, but as I still can't see the man I was waiting for, I decided to walk along the seashore and seized the last moment left before finally letting go of everything... of what we had.
But I was just starting to enjoy breathing the cold breeze that embracing my skin when I heard my name being called.
"Sam,"
And based on the instant reaction of the beating organ in my body called 'heart', I already knew who that person was.
Holding my breath, I slowly turned to where Luke was, but when the wind blew his scent towards me... his scent that even a few years had already passed, still familiar to me... my breath totally stuck in my throat.
He's wearing a plain white shirt that fits perfectly in his toned body and jeans that he never usually wears, so it's kinda refreshing to my eyes.
I gulped when he started walking towards me with a smile playing on his lips. I tried to calm my insides and decided to walk to meet him.
"I'm sorry, am I late already?" The first question he asked as soon as he stopped in front of me.
"Nope, I was just early," I replied, reciprocating the smile he's giving me.
I don't know, but at that moment I felt that something had changed in him... or maybe I have changed.
"Have you had breakfast or even a cup of coffee?" He asked again and I shook my head.
Honestly, due to the anxiety... if what can I call it... having breakfast or even drinking coffee had slipped my mind this morning. I don't want to be late because I don't want to add that to things I'll apologize to him for.
"Jesus Christ, woman! It's almost ten in the morning and you haven't had breakfast yet? Let's go."
"Uhm..." I lost for words when he grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me towards the nearest coffee shop from the beach. "Hey, I'm fine, you don't have to do it."
"No," He suddenly stopped--- much to surprise and I gulped when he looked at me. "It's the only thing I can do, so at least let me do it." And before I could open my mouth, he started pulling me again.
I looked at his hand which was now holding mine and a sad smile curled up against my lips. I can't call it Déjà Vu because I don't remember a certain thing or happening in the past that the same as that one. Or maybe it's just my heart screaming inside me that what's going on at that moment was a part of the dreams I built in my head when we were here a few years ago. I admit, I never felt that certain feeling when I was with David, it's only he could give me the spark that instantly runs through my veins and sanity just by simply holding my hands.
"Oh, you're back together!"
I was suddenly drawn back to my senses when I heard the scream of the man wearing a white uniform the moment we entered the coffee shop.
"Jason!" Luke uttered the man's name and was about to walk over to him, but stopped when I pulled my hand out of his grip. He turned to me, but said nothing and then continued to greet the man he called Jason.
I took a deep breath and decided to go to the farthest table, so I couldn't hear what they were talking about. That man seemed familiar to me, but I don't have time to reminisce everything that happened in that place, especially when my purpose is to get Luke to sign the divorce papers.
He came to the table after a few minutes.
"I'm sorry. That's Jason, the owner of the shop. Don't you remember him?"
That question got me looking up at him and the man at the counter, but even though I recognized him, I still shook my head.
"No, I don't remember him," I lied avoiding his gaze, so I missed the sudden sadness that had been written in his eyes.
"Oh, okay." He said nodding. "Anyway, what do you want to eat?"
I really wanted to tell him 'No, you don't have to bother, I'm fine', but the expression on his face made me change my mind and say my order.
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