coffee conversations

The setting begins at a coffee shop, on a corner of the campus that relates so heavily to social activity. My eyes caught yours as soon as I stepped inside the open door. A casual conversation came out of nowhere and all I could think about was where the words being spoken would lead to. We began by discussing topics of interest; journalism, photography, the arts, and creative ways of expressing who we are. I talked about my heartbreak back home, and how in love I was, but how everything fell apart. He listened and whispered, "people never realize how much they deserve until someone sits them down and tells them, so.." and he went on about how much I deserved. I deserve better than what I am settling to. I just miss feeling comfortable, he made me feel so safe.

Sip after sip, the conversation got deeper. All the taboo subjects were out on the table and two opinionated people shared opinions. It was as if everything that people back home could never grasp, he could. He understood the deeper meanings and my heart of service. He understood why I was the way I was, because he had gone through similar struggles. We discussed what it is that makes the world a better place and the motives behind evil. We discovered religion in a new light and branched to politics and upcoming dates.

I've been a walking heartache but it's nice to talk to someone that heals. It's a blessing to find someone who understands. For a few hours, I had the opportunity to spend time with someone who genuinely understood how my mind worked, because his worked the same way. He appreciated the work I put into my poetry, photography, and writing. He appreciated how I dressed, because fashion is an expression of personality. He admired everything that made me, me. You don't find that in a little country town that's all about cowboy boots. It's nice to be here. It's nice to be able to be me. What makes people who they are amazes me.

What makes him who he is, amazes me even more.