Being with this friend was being at Linnaea's we spent so many hours there and talked with so many people. Being with her, she seemed to take charge and embue the world with such style and comfort. It felt like me and her against the world. The richness, trying new drinks, and new flirtations. Being independent and adult. I felt part of a culture. Coffeeshop then equaled hipness.
Something happened, because I misunderstood things, I expected that things would be as they were. We weren't friends any more. I no longer went to Linnaea's. But recently we met again, and Linnaea's was like an old friend, no longer sinister, new or adult, it was like a comfy old sweater thrown in the closet and forgotten, when I picked it up again, I saw the intricacy of the stitching, the smell of old wildflowers, the pale green color.
Thank you for being rich. Thank you for being stylish and lovely. Thank you Linnaea's and thank you, old friend- you're both beautiful to me.
Enought sentimental drivel.