coffee

i was told about this prompt, and knew that i had to give it a go. it was so fun thinking about meeting my younger self, and how i would have reacted to my own intense line of questioning. here’s: coffee

i met my younger self for coffee.
he looked just as i remembered; strong, with a quiet confidence.
but i knew her better than that.

he told me about his passions. he lied.
i asked him about his dreams. he said he had none.
with a knowing smile, i stirred my mocha.
“do you like yourself?” i prodded.
“of course i do!” he stated with a chuckle.
but i knew her better than that.

“good” i said, then sat in silence as i watched him deconstruct.
he shook the table as his leg bounced, and winced as he picked his cuticles raw.
i watched as he turned inwards, shortening his breath.
“it’s going to be okay” i assured him as i extended my freshly manicured hands over his.

“your life has more avenues than you are even aware of yet, and i’m so excited for you to figure it out”. i said with a quick squeeze and release of his hand.
he pondered for a few seconds, watching me stride towards the door. “uhm okay, what’s that supposed to mean?”

i laughed as i pushed the coffee shop door open and turned to face him.
“oh one more question: if you could have any one wish with no consequences, what would it be?”
i left before he could respond, because i already knew the answer.
and so did he.
but she wasn’t ready yet, and that’s perfectly okay.