A Sandwich From Richard's

A sandwich from Richard's, that's how much you owe me. I want to say a certain amount, but money inflates and I’m suck at math. It was three dollars, but it is five dollars and thirty cents now. I don't know how much I should charge. You did owe me when it was three dollars, but it won't be fair. I didn't ask you to owe me the sandwich. I didn't ask you to delay it for so long.

A sandwich from Richard's, the one you bought me the first time we went out. It was raining and we arrived in complete mess. You asked me whether I want Ciabatta or Baguette in table number two, and I said anything's fine; I didn't know the difference anyway. And you laughed. Did I ever tell you that you have the most adorable laugh? It sounded like a child, only that a child never gave me a butterfly in my stomach.

A sandwich from Richard's, for five dollars and thirty cents or whatever it takes when you pay your debt. I adore you. Not you, your soul. The way it sees the world. The dazzle in your eyes, and every beauty you found in the flash of second. Maybe I did fall for you first, but I hate to admit it. I read that you shouldn't let your boyfriend knows that you love him more in one of those magazines you always hate for being so cheesy. I was so offended for my dear magazine that we jumped in an absurd fight. But, do you know? I hate them too now. I hate the way I've never let you know how much I adore you. I hate that I, believed in my cheesy magazines so much.

A sandwich from Richard's, which is pitiful to ask yes. You owe me a lot more, but I'll settle with that. We ate a sandwich too in the day you took the examination, the one we bought in hurry in the train station. It tasted terrible, but we were so hungry. You were nervous. You thanked me for being there. I'm sorry that I laughed, but it was the first time I saw you like that. Fingers that couldn't stop moving and those restless eyes. You see, you were always the sane one in this relationship. I was not used to calm someone down, but I figured a hug would do. You smiled.

A sandwich from Richard's; beef or chicken is fine. I used to hate beef, but now I am not. You can take me on Thursday; they have promotion that day so it will be cheaper. It was also Thursday when you were so depressed. We took away our sandwiches and breathed in cozy silent night outside. Your friend Alice got her acceptance letter today, and she lived only two houses away. Oh, you and your stupid logic, couldn't believe the letters could probably be separated midway in the process. You were burst in emotion. I knew how much you wanted it, but there were part of me that want you to not go. I was being selfish, so I was not sure what to say. Is that it? Is that why?

A sandwich from Richard's is the best. You told me that a thousand time. I agree. I don't know if that's you brainwashing me or it's actually that good; never had it since that day. I remember the call all too well. There were soft autumn wind and it was Alice. I always wonder why it should be Alice. You did supposed to be in a soccer match, but I don't want to talk about it. It gives me pain. It tortures my soul. And I am sorry to even think about that.

A sandwich from Richard's was the one you missed the most from hometown. I always argued about how was it not being me. Well, you talked with me everyday and it's not like sandwich can talk. But we should talk more. You could be searching for a gift, considering that it would be my birthday in two weeks. The match could have ended sooner that expected, and it's not like you couldn't have a coffee with an old friend. I'm sure Alice could explain, but she didn't. Why didn't she?

A sandwich from Richard's, that's all I ask. We can eat that while laughing about absolutely nothing, just like the old time. I promise not to mention Alice if you don't want to. But you are so far away now. Can't you let one of the angels to help? You are so good in making friends, I'm sure you are buddies already. You can say that you miss me, or miss the sandwich I won't mind. You can go to Richard's, and I will be on table two.

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Michelle