And the coffee's out at the Beachwood Cafe

Do you remember the Beachwood Cafe?

Probably yes, probably not.

That little place where it all started.

'Ops, I'm sorry, I really didn't want to come on you, my asshole friend pushed me!'

'Ahahahah quiet, it doesn't do anything'.

The first words we said to each other.

It is absurd that 3 years from now I still remember them, almost as if it were yesterday.

I think that was the best day of my life.

You were with your group of friends and I was with mine.

The first ever to approach were Alisa and Matteo.

It is thanks to them that, in the middle of the evening, we joined the two groups.

Remember when everyone was drunk and threw themselves on the dance floor?

You took my hand and we went outside to sit down.

'Eh nothing, I have to drive tonight, so here I am! Sober as few!'

You told me as soon as we left the club.

Then we got completely lost in each other, we spent hours and hours talking without getting tired.

I knew a lot of things about you, we had a lot in common.

Plus do you remember all the laughs we had?

I enjoyed it, really.

After that, we all became a nice group of friends.

One of those idiotic companies, but where in the end you always have fun.

We saw each other most weekends, sometimes at the Beachwood Cafe and other times at someone's house.

It took me not even two evenings to realize that I was so into you.

It's been almost 4 years since that evening.

And I'm still here, feeling the same emotions.