Poem: Barista Boy

He works at the coffee counter
I love coffee
My mom says he looks like the guy who broke my heart
I’m like, “Uh-oh that’s not a good start” haha

Indifference turns into interest turns into a dare
I know I’m beautiful so I don’t care
I have a speech prepared
On a moment of impulse
I scribble my name and number on a little green post it
I order my coffee
I pay
He smiles
I smile
Joy, hope, and promise are in the air
I wait
He text me
I text him
He text me
I text him
I wait
I text him
I delete his number
I forget
I stop drinking his coffee
Then my mom comes back and says he lost weight

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Christina is 25 years old, living in Los Angeles, USA. She graduated in 2013, earning her Bachelor of Arts degree in Literature and Creative Writing. Christina is a curious soul, so she filled her college career with classes about art, philosophy, fashion, photography, etc. You name it, she took it (say... archery? Yes. Hmm belly dancing? Yes!). Yes, it all that "learning" did result in prolonging her stay at college, but she doesn't regret it one bit, as she feels ready as ever to produce this blog to you and introduce you to her colorful world! She has three blogs, make sure to check them out: 4ever21Christina https://4ever21christina.wordpress.com A blog for the happy, modern, well-rounded woman. Today Is the Day http://everdayinspirationalquotes.wordpress.com Tune in for daily inspirational quotes plus their matching photos. I Heart Vocabulary http://iheartvocabulary.wordpress.com A vocabulary devoted blog.

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