I Hope We Do This Again
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It was supposed to be just a coffee.
Which, if you know me, is already a perfectly good reason to leave the house.
But sometimes, the loveliest little surprises arrive without giving us much notice.
An unexpected invitation.
A familiar smile across the table.
A conversation that begins with absolutely no expectations and somehow makes you forget to check the time.
And then there's that funny little moment.
When you realize you're having such a lovely time that you wouldn't particularly mind ordering another coffee.
Or taking a little walk afterward.
Or finding some completely unnecessary excuse to stay five more minutes 🤭
I love that feeling.
Not knowing exactly where something is going, and being perfectly happy not to know.
Just enjoying the company, the laughter, the occasional teasing, and the little things you discover about someone along the way.
And perhaps the sweetest part comes afterward.
When you go back to your perfectly ordinary life, but find yourself smiling at something that happened.
Nothing dramatic.
Just a lovely little thought.
I hope we do this again.
Perhaps another coffee.
Perhaps dinner.
Perhaps something neither of us has thought of yet.
I'm not particularly interested in planning the entire story before the first few pages have even been written.
Although, being a romantic, I can't promise I won't enjoy imagining the occasional lovely possibility 🤭
For now, I think there's something wonderful about beginnings.
Especially the unexpected ones.
The ones that don't arrive with grand announcements.
Just a coffee, a smile, and a rather sweet reason to look forward to another day.
And if that next coffee happens sooner rather than later?
Well, you certainly won't hear me complaining 🤍
