Ending At The Start

I sat at the same chair at the back corner of the Café where I'd been sitting for over 10 years. At first, it was my refuge from people's eyes wondering why I was sitting all alone, with my nose deep in a book and a donut stuffed halfway down my throat.
After all these years, it started having a sense of home to it; the uneven cushion on the chair, mug marks left by hundreds of previous customers and the strong aroma of coffee beans coming from the kitchen.
I sipped on a bitter cup of coffee and munched on my donut, for old time's sake, taking in the moment, the smells and the conversations happening all around me, because the moment I stand up and walk through those doors- I'd be leaving everything behind... everything.
I first met you, right at that table, 5 years ago, while you were working at this very café. You saw me sitting alone and spent your entire break making conversation with me. How I wish I could turn back the hands of time, erase the memories, love, laughter, fights, hugs and bond between us. I would've made sure we stayed strangers- saved us the heartaches.
I sat at that same chair at the back corner of that café where it all started. The wedding band you'd thrown on the table, a few minutes ago, was still there. I gave it one last look, finished the rest of my meal, took off my own wedding band and left it all behind.