A day in the crowded universe.

I was reading an Eros Atalia, anxiously waiting at the smoking area of Starbucks Shangrila.

You finally came. I shook your hand. And I introduced myself like stranger.

Awkward.

You sat on the chair opposite mine. But I suggested that you sit on the chair in my left instead. Probably, I was trying to assure you that this is not a confrontation.

You didn't quite know what to say, so I broke the silence, "I heard you met somebody and that you're getting married now. Congratulations."

Your face seemed lost in my sarcasm for bit before I assured you it was just a joke.

You said you're sorry.

That you betrayed me.

I told you I didn't want to use the word "forgive."

Because it's too theological.

We talked for almost three hours at the smoking area of Starbucks Shangrila, where it felt like it was just the two of us.

But I knew right there, we're now just two specks in a crowded universe.