I miss when loving you felt like drinking a warm cup of coffee in the morning.
It's been four months, and the coffee has long been cold, spoiled even. I don't dare to take a sip anymore.
When was the last time you greeted me with 'good morning'? I'm afraid I no longer remember how it tastes. Oh, what was the coffee I drank that time again?
The time when you met me for the first time, and we sat together in a crowded cafe, what was the coffee you ordered for me? I might check the store again and buy the same coffee just to remind myself of the taste.
I think we often bought coffees whenever we went out. It's all actually written in my notes on my old phone. I am way too scared to check the list, but for me to remember it all, darling, I will brave myself and open it. So I can walk through memory lane and remember how it tastes.
My tongue usually remembers how things taste and decides whether I like or dislike them.
But somehow, I remember that I loved all of those coffees we drank, and weird enough, I don't remember how they all tasted. I just loved them.
It was you, wasn’t it? It was delicious because I drank it while holding your hand. It was sweet because you shared yours with me. It was aromatic because you kissed my cheek while I drank it. It was smooth because you were talking to me as we drank our coffees.
It was never about the taste of the coffee that made me have these lingering feelings.
It has always been you.
I longed for this comforting feeling when I was that close to you. I yearn to bring those feelings back to me— when loving you felt like drinking a warm cup of coffee in the morning.
And now, a new cup is ready in front of me. Warm, and prepared in my favorite cup. It is a cafe latte, but dear God, it tastes bitter.
