A cup of coffee
The first cup of coffee in the morning, no longer hot as usual. Be warm as you are when you know that there is a figure who likes you. For the time, changing one's attitude feels so easy. It's as easy as turning the heat warm as your coffee in the morning. You do, do not like to drink directly when the heat, but just inhale slowly the aroma, then let it cool down just like that. Just as you in caught his attention, so hard you deny it, so sharply you insinuate it, then slowly you reply to his attention. Gently, warmly, like a cup of morning coffee you drank slowly, and too late.
A cup of black coffee, the first one he ordered without looking at the rows of drinks written on the menu. A cup of black coffee during the day, as a friend to spend time. Restful times are small, but so valuable.
Go to the cafe during the day, sitting alone, just accompanied by a cup of coffee as if it had become a tradition. Which cafe he was headed, always the black coffee he always ordered. The black coffee is soothing, he argues. Soothing and reminiscent of a love story that just ran aground. Not because of a third party, nor because there is no parent's blessing. But because of his delay in answering his application. It did not seem too late, but it was because of his reluctance to get married in no time.
A cup of coffee at night, as the day's closing routine. Just inhale the scent without ever drinking it. Let it go, until the night comes to sip the heat. Let it be until morning, and everything happens every day. A cup of cold coffee on the edge of the bed, only he thought of as a reminder. The reminder that he had been neglected for so long, like hot coffee being cold, his burst of love now gone. Not because of a third party, not because of no parent's blessing, but no answer to his proposal. If women do not know, a man also wants a clarity, a certainty. If stalling for too long, it just tortured him accidentally, killing him without taste. Just like the cold night coffee, drinking it no longer feels so wanted.