You are absolutely amazing. No really. You are absolutely amazing. Like stunning. We connected like two magnets. This doesn’t happen to me. Ever.
Your eyes were amazing. I have pretty poor distance vision, but I could see how intense your green eyes were. They say that the eyes are a window into the soul. And I must say, your soul looks wonderful.
I usually just go into Starbucks, get my coffee and leave. But not this time. I wanted to stay. I intentionally said “hang on” so I could look at you for a little bit longer.
That coffee you made me was the best I ever had. No really. It was equal parts amazing, brilliant and lovely. That Caramel Macchiato was from heaven. You were from heaven. Coffee was not intended to taste that good. But you did that for me. I know that was the truth.
Also, I bought the cold sandwich. I love cold sandwiches. But you, amazing barista, went the extra mile and put the sandwich in the toaster. Could you read my mind?
You just don’t give the Valentines Day heart cup to anyone. This is also holds true four days after Valentines day. If I wasn’t debating at a super important debate meet, and If you weren’t making amazing coffee, I’d be all over you like Nutella on a baguette. If you get what I’m saying.
Thanks for the discount. You don’t give that to everyone right? I hope I see you soon.
Hi. You do not know me. Trust me on this one. You only know what is on the outside, not what is on the inside. It is the inside that counts right?
You probably don’t talk to me that often. I just don’t think that, I know that. I try to be friendly, but you probably just think I’m strange. So, in order to make myself feel better, I started to blog. And blog. And blog some more.
When I don’t blog, I’m making music. This is my guitar. I write songs. I play in three bands.
You think that I don’t have friends. But I have them. You just don’t know them. They are artists, writers, musicians and just good people. No one asks me about them though.
I get lonely sometimes. That’s why I’m in a bad mood. If I am ever angry at you, I’m probably just upset because I’m by myself for most of the day. It isn’t you, I promise.
Be warned. I have no sensor button. I speak my mind 100% of the time.