ordinary love

you called me up
told me i was meeting you at the coffee shop on the corner
in half an hour
we had some books to read, some topics to discuss, some lattes to sip
i smiled and hung up
pulled on my jacket and scarf
and raised down the street
breath puffing in and out
in and out
you were there, face pressed against the glass
you smiled and gestured at the coffee you’d already ordered me
my favorite of course
we sat down, you had our book
fifth chapter this week
you said “i love you”
and immediately commented on the weather
my heart did a somersault
“what?”, i asked.
you looked puzzled and your eyes questioned my outburst
“what did you say just now?”
you laughed, “the weather is perfect for reading”
“no, before”
“oh that, i love you”
tears leaked of their own free will
you looked at me questioningly
“i’ve been starting our conversations like this for the past month”
because that’s where love is.
all wrapped up in the ordinary.