I am in Love (A journal entry).

I don’t know exactly how long I have been here but I was perfectly content with continuing to stay . . .

It all started on a rainy Saturday afternoon when I met her. And that’s when I realized that I was there. I was in Love. She wasn’t a very good barista, the coffee wasn’t hot enough and neither was the decor in the place. Love is a pretty mediocre cafe overall I’d say.