falling in love in a coffee shop

We once spent endless hours sitting at Starbucks at Novena.

With them, I obsessed over Peppermint Mocha Frappuchinos and wrote Christmas cards. With her, I fussed over impossibly-difficult trigonometry a week before the A levels. With him, him talking sense into me using lyrics from Fall Out Boy — don’t just be “the girl all the boys want to dance with”. With him, I spent Sundays reading A Million Little Pieces while he chain-smoked Viceroys. With them, I listened intently to their then-faraway plans to uproot themselves from our little island and move to Australia. With myself, panicking and refusing to leave, the night before the Econs A levels Exams. With him, him asking me whether I was dating someone new when we apparently randomly bumped into each other. With myself, forcing myself to concentrate on reading Tan Sook Yee, wondering why every piece of land in Property Law is called Blackacre. With everyone else, pouring over I-S magazine and deciphering our horoscope readings, trying to see beyond the present and into the future.

At Starbucks at Novena, we’ve fell in love, out of love, with a million things, a million times over.