found tis in my somewhr in my documents...
felt lyk maybe i shld share it bah...
its 1 of my assignments...

its not real... its fiction

I could still remember us, back here in this café. We had our hands held together while she rested on my shoulders. The aroma of coffee filled the air as we joked and laughed softly while the time past, enjoying ourselves like there was no tomorrow. All I could think of then was just me and her being together for life. Upon this nostalgic feeling that swept past me every time I came here, I tend to laugh at myself for being so naïve, and to realise that she was just a big mistake I had made in my life although the fact that I once claimed to be my everything. Now that I am back here to where we started, I felt that it was time to end this. It was time to say goodbye.

She was a typical kind of girl any boy would want to have. A slim figure with some impressive curves. Silky black hair and bright, hazel coloured eyes and a gorgeous smile. Expressive and cheerful, just the way I like her to be. We met in our secondary school days, when she was in secondary two while I was one year older. We were different in many ways, like she came from a wealth family while I even had to help make ends meet by taking up part time jobs, she was an athlete while I was a computer freak, and she loved sweet stuff while I detest them. But we had one thing in common. We loved coffee. We got to know each other through coffee and right here in the same café that we went to almost every morning.

On the first day that we met, I remembered that I came to this café for breakfast and she sat opposite me at another table. We were facing each other and we both ordered coffee. She had hers with milk n sugar, while I liked mine black. I only realised that she noticed me when she caught me looking at her. She smiled warmly and pretended to concentrate on her book, but I knew she was glancing at me at times. Days past and we came to know each other. Soon I find myself sitting with her every morning while she tried to strike up a conversation almost immediately after we had greeted each other. Then, we would walk to school together and meet up during lunch just to be together. From just casual friends we turned into very close friends and eventually lovers, and managed to stay that way for a year. However things started to change from then on.

For the past few days I had been practicing on what to say to her, and how I should end our relationship. When I tried to hint her that I wanted to break up bit by bit, it did not seem to work. She thought I was joking, just like she always did, which left me no choice but to switch to plan B. I got ready a mirror and prepared what I would be saying to her on that day, and practiced it over and over again while editing it at times to make sure that it was neither too harsh nor too soft on the tone. I even managed to perfect it as if it was my own name after almost a hundred times without fail. But sometimes I wondered about her reaction. Would she burst into tears like the last time I made her angry? Or would she just laugh and assumed that I was kidding? It really bothered me that I could never really understand girls well.

I asked her out here today to get this over and done with. As I sat down and recalled all the times we had, I questioned myself if I still love her. At times I hated her attitude, but waited for her to come around even when she let me down. I never wanted her to hate me, but I thought she needed to know that no one would benefit from this relationship if it went on. There was no point in forcing, there was no turning back. The coffee I was holding in my hands was getting cold so I took a sip and tried to enjoy it. It was not bitter, rather was it sweet or with a creamy taste. The aroma was not present either. The coffee was tasteless. Then, I realised her entered the café.

She ordered coffee as she sat down next to me.

‘You’ve got something to say to me, don’t you?’ She smiled. The waiter came and lowered her drink on the table. She placed her cup on her lips while I began to speak.

‘And I believe you have something to say too right? I asked, smiling. ‘Well ladies first!’

She chuckled and told me to go first. However, as I opened my mouth to speak, I realised that I could not. My heart was beating so quickly that I was panting and sweating profusely. My mouth felt dry and my lips numbed. I felt uneasy. Something that I could repeat a hundred times over and over again just could not come out of my mouth at all, not even once. What an embarrassment.

(skip tis para if eu dun lyk it...)
All of a sudden, I felt something warm on my lips. The delicious, sweet taste filled my mouth as she pressed her lips against mine. It was passionate and irresistible. I caught myself wanting more when she stopped. Knowing that she could not let go of me, it made me more reluctant to break up with her.
(jus skip it... dun hesitate...)