The girl behind the counter. Part 3

Its been two weeks. This emptyness just keeps getting worse. Now I go to the coffee shop more because of the routinee and not the five minutes of happiness in my day. The girl isn't there, just coffee makers and strangers faces... maybe today ill stay here, drink my coffee, and update my blog. I have been slacking on that.
I set up my laptop, log in, view blog. What's that? "New comment: the girl behind the counter. Part 2" there's no name. All it says is. "She's not gone, you just have to find her again. You've done it once, you can do it again. Just let yourself soar like she makes your heart." Who is that? How do they know? Hmmm. Maybe ill ask the girl who works here now if she knows anything... maybe..