mountain coffee

This dude really hurt me once, and I used to wonder if he ever thought of me.

He stood on his porch sipping coffee that is too strong.  the winter weather finally recessing, allowing for mother spring to come in to full bloom in the mountains.  He wouldn't live anywhere else.  Well that's what he used to think, before that fateful day. Before he met her.

Now, this was all he did when he had any moment to himself.  His moments to himself were no longer for himself.  They were given to her, whether she knew it or not. Really  it was more like she took them. He chuckles.  Of course she wouldn't know, she was down in the city and who knew if he even occupied any space in her mind, like she does his.

He regretted things.

He regretted that she was never able to see the cabin.  He was never able to make her that banana bread, or a strong cup of coffee.  He regretted that he just one day stopped talking to her, leaving her to a life of loneliness with so many unanswered questions.

He also regretted what he had done to himself.  He was used to being lonely, always up in the mountains he loved.  He used to relish being by himself, and away from civilization.  Used to.  Now that he knows the love she could give him, his old comfort blanket of loneliness now left him feeling empty, and very much alone.  Something he had never felt in his mountain cabin before.

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As she watched the red sun set behind the mountains; cotton candy clouds above the blue silhouette of the mountains; she cant help but wonder about the view that he must have right now tucked somewhere in those mountains.  Is he even looking at the same sky she is?

She imagined him standing on his porch bathing in that red glow, sipping a strong cup of black coffee.