coffee no. 6

Last autumn I was with my ex-boyfriend in a beautiful german town. It was quite cold so we decided to spend some time in a cafe in order to warm ourselves.
We were talking and grinning, so happy to be there, or rather to be there together.
When my boyfriend had finished his coffee, he went to the toilet. After a while he came back with a very mysterious smile. I saw that he was hiding something beneath his sweater. And suddenly, he took out a small bouquet of pink-violet cyclamens.

It was cruel, because he plucked them from the pot standing on the way to the toilet. But, on the other hand, that small bravery had the huge importance for me.
I'll never forget those flowers.