On cold coffee

I wanted to talk to you..

I did try.

Multiple times.

I wrote, I texted, I phoned.

But you didn’t answer.

I’m guessing you won’t read this either, but maybe writing it will get it out of my system.

I missed you, you know. I spent a long time missing you.

But you know what they say? Never make someone a priority if they make you an option.

So you don’t qualify for priority status any more.

Which makes my head reel a bit, because you were there at the top of my ‘list’ (for want of a better word) for such a long time.

Only now you aren’t.

I’m sorry.

But then again, I’m not sure what for.

It’s not as if I didn’t try.

In the [translated and paraphrased] words of Kennedylovesme (a German band) :

“I’m like your cold coffee. You ignore me until you want me and warm me up, only to let me get cold again because you get distracted.”

Who wants to be someone else’s cold coffee??

Especially when they could be the hottest of all hot coffees. The sort you drink fast and without worrying whether you’ll burn your tongue.

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