A beautiful love story of a dancer and a writer

They saw each other for the first time at a
coffeehouse. One tall cappuccino, he ordered.
She ordered one tall caffè latte. Just a table for
two was vacant at that time, therefore, they sat
together face to face that evening for the first
time. He initiated the conversation, hi, kush,
hello, shivani, she replied. Suddenly, their
phones rang at the same time. Both had the
same ringtone: The Holly and the Ivy. They
smiled at this coincidence, he, a little more than
her. Both pressed the red key in order to
disconnect the call. What do you do, he asked?I
am a dancer, she replied, you?I am a writer, he
replied. Its late, I have to go, its just 8 in the
evening, he said, yeah, but the place where I
live is not safe for girls after 7 in the evening,
she said. Then, I won't allow you to go home
alone, he said. Who the hell are you to stop me
from going home alone, she asked?I am just a
smoker, he said. Why the hell do you smoke,
she asked?who the hell are you to ask me
about it? Both smiled at this coincidence, this
time, she, a little more than him. Both of them
realized that they are in love and they proposed
to each other at the same time. Both smiled at
this coincidence equally, their destiny, a little
more than them. She licked off the milk of the
capuccino which was left on his lips. They
married each other and every evening they went
together to the same coffeehouse and she
always licked off the milk of the cappuccino
which was left on his lips. She left this world 3
months later. He never went to that coffeehouse
again and always cried for the rest of his life, a
little more than anyone ever. He, till the last
moment of his life, always missed all those
beautiful moments when she always used to
lick off the milk of the cappuccino from his lips
which he always left on his lips deliberately,
while they were together in this world...