MinsShine Finest Quality Milk Tea

I bought MineShine today. The tiny print near the bottom of the bottle still spells MinsShine and I smile a little at the memory of you smiling a little when I pointed this out the last time we hung out.

The Last Time We Hung Out. That doesn't sound... nice. At all.

BUT. That day isn't the last time we'll ever get to be with each other. I know you'll be back in a few months. I know you'll call me first thing when that happens - me first, me before anyone else, you said so yourself. You might even show up on my doorstep as if 8 long months were just yesterday. You'll squint a little at the sun's glare, you'll say it's too bright, but you'll never say it's stuffy, not even when sweat is running down that little scar on your left eyebrow, not even when i say outright that it is fucking stuffy what the hell global warming. You'll squint to hide your awkward grin at my awkward attempt to fight the awkwardness of my surprise/happiness/shock at your suddenly being here.

BUT. Right now, you're not here.

So. I bought MineShine today. I finished all 600mL in just 4 hours when it took us all night to finish one bottle the last time we hung out. And I'm still craving for MineShine even when my brain says I'm full, because I'm not, I can't be, not until I touch that awkward grin without my waking up stupidly choking your pet name in my stuffy room.

I bought MineShine today and sure enough it tasted just like you.





*A May 12 flashback. A "longing-driven productivity," according to my sisbro.