He is Hot, no… I cannot define him just as Hot. He is comforting or warm. He is always there waiting for me to grab and relish. He smells awesome… His aroma fills my nostrils like wonder. He is my best friend or (Boy friend.. Consider this as censored). He has never left me or never let me down. He welcomes me no matter how messy I look. I always feel like a child when i have him in my hands. He is the perfect one for a rainy evening. He wakes me up with a kiss in my cup… He is mine… Mine only…
It’s too much of my BF talk… He is no one but….
COFFEE… He is COFFEEEE….
It’s time to gather around and chat!!! Yay.. Don’t forget to leave your comments.
Coffee has many synonyms. Anything could happen over a coffee.. two countries might break into war or two war waging countries sign treaties…. or millions of dollars won or lost… when two individuals start a relationship or end it.. Coffee is the table turner. Coffee is history.
Things happened over a coffee in my life too… My ex proposed to me on a peaceful evening, in a coffee shop with the same aroma lingering around. I said yes!!!! Just like that….. Eights years later…
I was sitting there on a November evening at the corner table in the coffee shop down the street. Relishing every drop of it. The aroma is nostalgic and took me eight years back. Yes, I did something I shouldn’t have done. I called my ex, after a long friendly chat he said those words which he shouldn’t have said. I exclude it here because I may be foolish enough to call from my phone but not into my life again.
Jane's Blog 