Fearing and Facing the Truth

I am here in this quaint little coffee shop waiting for you. You just texted you'd be coming late, but I don't mind as I have my book and iPod to keep me company. And perhaps I'll get something light to fill my stomach, nevermind that it will just aggravate the queasiness that I already feel.

It was two years ago since I was last here, and it was also to meet you. In fact, that was when we first met. I never would have thought I would be here again, and for the same reason.

I need to talk to you, as I know you are that one person who can give some sense to everything that has been happening. You may not be kind with your words but at least I'll know it is the truth.

I had been seeking for that truth since I met you...

...But all I can do now is wait.