MY JASMINE TEA

I never drink cold tea. I hate it. 

But that night, when I mentioned it was late, and that we needed to go back home, I noticed my tea was frozen. 

I recall I barely drank half of the cup, and I left my Jasmine tea got cold in a couple of hours. I wasn't talking that much; I wasn't busy, and indeed I didn't forget it was there on the table; But, I was so focused trying to read his eyes that I stopped drinking; I stopped breathing, and sometimes I caught myself staring at his right eyebrow and the way he lift it when is explaining something carefully. 

I was really nervous during the entire date, but it wasn't because of him. He talked about himself like he had nothing to prove to anyone, with this refreshing attitude about life, like when someone is just putting his thoughts on the table with no preconceptions and no wearing masks. And his words heard so natural coming from his mouth, and they felt just right. 

I was nervous because I wanted to talk more with him, I had a lot to share about what he was giving and trying to catch from me, but that day was being so odd before he showed up that I wasn't brave enough to open myself better. 

I listened more from his side that night, and I usually do that with every person who appears in my life, I like believing I'm a good listener; I'm pretty sure that every person has something to teach me or give me in thoughts. 

At the end of that night, I went to bed with a smile on my face, a cold Jasmine taste in my lips, and a strange feeling of peace or calm in my heart; I'm not sure what it was, but it felt good. 

I have been thinking about that cold tea almost every night; I liked it, and I'm starting to believe that I like cold tea now.