capturEd:
Mocha and me.
censorEd:
I was sipping this cup of mocha when I was suddenly asked this question:
“How are you and (name withheld)? I noticed that you two are somehow not okay …”
I brought my coffee mug down, inhaled a deep breath and started to tell my side of the story.
I didn’t know if I got whole story conveyed and understood clearly, but I somehow felt relieved by simply airing my thoughts.
I then realized I had been writing what I feel, see, hear, taste, and touch the past quarter.
I had been scribbling thoughts as I come to understand things for the last 4 months.
But I am seldom relieved and comforted after getting these thoughts written in those 124 days of tumblr logs.
And on those seldom moments, I am thankful a friend or two is there to lift my spirits up—much like what happened today.
