The Morning Canteen Drama

So, it’s been like
ages since I saw him for the last time. It feels weird now. Before I thought
there’s no way I can find him interesting. No way. But that’s changed.
You’re from outer space; you’re every minute of my every day. No, that’s
just a line from Michael Buble’s “Everything,” not my feeling description or something. I mean, we don’t
even know each other and I’m not sure there’s a chance for that.

 

Memories about him are
only canteen in the morning, my not-yet-finished homework, hot tea or coffee,
and sounds when he and couple of friends were making their way to their own
corner in the canteen. I believe that I know sounds of their steps well that I
always stopped doing my job as I heard them approaching. Probably they’d just
attended a 7.30 am class and decided to have a glass of drink while waiting for
the next class.

 

It might sound funny,
but I have to admit that I always looked at him and told myself: nothing is
special about this guy. He looks… totally normal. The Morning Canteen Drama
continued for… I don’t know… a whole semester? And now abruptly he’s been one
of chit-chat topics. Hhmm… you know
what? I think I start to miss my morning drama.

 

And in this crazy
life

And through this
crazy times

It’s you, it’s you,
you make me sing

You’re every line,
you’re every word

You’re everything

 

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