It was an afternoon talking in a coffee shop with my friend. Actually I’d rather call her as my best friend considering she’s the one who bear up after find my bad. But if I have to remind myself over what I’ve done to her before, I sense it’s inappropriate for me to call her best friend. Even just to ask her permission takes me a big guts. I called that day as how I seize her day, because she will soon get marry and leaving the town. I hate that leaving-thing and so is she, but since it’s for the good, that’s the thing we have to face and nothing we can do but accept it.

I’m a team hot coffee, but I’m not a coffee person. I even rarely going to a coffee shop. After we had our order placed I explicate to her I’m in a state of coffee-craving—with latte art—thanks to some movie about coffee. As simple and superficial as that. If you start to guess the movie, yeah maybe some of you will strike and guess it right. Anything is, the movie successfully raise the degree of my curiosity and a good thing about this movie, it tries to explain that anything we do with ambition—no matter how great its result, will certainly be defeated by anything we do with love—no matter how ordinary it looks.

I was just.. Really? Is that true? And there I am in a coffee shop drinking hot coffee. Because of a movie.

I was confused to decide what coffee to order, seeing the menu showed foreign terms for the coffee. What’s the difference between Long Black and Affogato? Or Piccolo? No idea. I definitely a beginner. She was just easily decide what coffee she wants to order—hazelnut one. So I asked the waiter’s opinion for a sweet-tasted-coffee—I dropped the selection to Caramel Macchiato. I had hot coffee, she had ice coffee. Her ice hazelnut coffee will obviously tasty because who doesn’t love hazelnut? But I haven’t tried macchiato—eventhough the caramel will contribute for the sweet taste, I’d still waiting for it to surprise me. And it taste good, sweet at first sip, followed by bitter sensation—or feeling? Oh I truly like it, this coffee. The way sweet taste of caramel didn’t eliminate bitter sensation of coffee iself.

The movie says Cappucino fits people who adore beauty and tenderness. I’m not coffee savvy, but this hot Caramel Macchiato might be represent me. I believe upon everything in this life was created in pairs. When I placed my order, I may be anticipating for the coffee would be sweet-taste. But deep down inside my heart, I know I don’t want to missed the bitter taste. Because in the end, all those things will eventually follow. Just like my first encounter with her since the first year of senior high school, will soon deal with parting ways—temporary parting ways, so is this coffee. The sweetness shall come with the bitterness. I choose hot—aside from the fact that I want latte-art—I guess I seek refuge in coffee, so that it bring me warmth for my cloudy days and cold heart.

I can feel this meeting was written in the fate because as I took a sip from my cup, our talks got widened. From her wedding preparation to our any other friends’ wedding, the latest news of our old friends to my former crush. Continued until we secretly agreed to the word: “How can?” towards life’s noisy confusion and questions that sometimes there’s not always an answer. That’s what question was all about, to be questioned. We may find answers and we may not. When we don’t find it, doesn’t it make us think more philosophically?

Or should I try another coffee to seek answers of all the questions in my head?

Maybe one day, years from now. We'll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot.

(Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind)