Bangkok has been home for the last four years. Sooner or later, I may need to leave. Going back to my home country or starting anew somewhere else. Yet, I wish I could call it home for a long, long time.
My coffee tasted really bitter and I hoped yours did not
May 8, 2017
It was early morning when we stopped by a coffee shop in a secluded alleyway near your neighborhood. The shop was rather spacious, with an old-fashioned style and stiff arrangement. We sat in the corner and ordered some drinks and cakes. In between sips, we only glanced at each other's faces and not many words came out of our mouths. We should have known each other's feelings—after all, we had been rehearsing this "last day syndrome" together for quite some time. Yet the feeling of uncertainty kept me asking; why so fast, and when is next. I had no idea how to approach those questions. All I knew was that my coffee tasted bitter, and I hoped yours did not.
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