The air in the cafe was thick with the scent of roasted beans and something much older—expectation. I checked my watch for the third time in five minutes. Across the table, the chair remained empty, a silent witness to the decade that had slipped through our fingers.
You smiled, and for the first time in a decade, the dust began to settle. "At the beginning," you said. "Or maybe just at yesterday." tanto_tiempo
You sat down, and for a heartbeat, neither of us moved. The noise of the city outside faded into a dull hum. You reached for your water glass, and I saw the thin silver band on your finger that hadn't been there when we said goodbye in that rainy terminal. "Tanto tiempo," you whispered. The air in the cafe was thick with
When the bell above the door finally chimed, the sound felt like a crack in a glass dam. You walked in, looking exactly the same and entirely different. The way you tilted your head to scan the room was a ghost of a gesture I used to know by heart. You smiled, and for the first time in
Since "Tanto Tiempo" translates to "Long Time" or "So Much Time" in Spanish, this piece explores the weight of silence and the space between two people who haven't spoken in years.