We promised we'd get tender coconut ice cream the next time we see.

And that we won't eat it till we eat it together.

But every next time we see,

we don't find it in the supermarket. 

And we say nale.

Hoping nale comes sooner.

Now I'm anxious. 

What if we never make it till tender coconut. 

What if this concrete bubble we made for ourselves 

Just pops.

What if they stop making it.

What if we start hating tender coconut. 

Or worse. Us.

Why does this perfect love scare me.

What scarred me so much that I think all good things should come to an end.

As if I don't deserve any ice cream in life .

Tell me it's all in my head and that we are proof that good things last. 

And just so you know.

If all that's left in the world is tender coconut ice cream. 

 I'd quit sugar for you.