A cup of hot coffee, let the bitter taste melt in the warm, soothing mouth. The stickiness of milk or the stickiness of sugar…all the same fragrance mixed with delight.
A cup of iced coffee, the bitter like astringent, the sweet like deeper, cool, the price… the shoulder of the stone clinking on the side of the cup, a little soft foam. The scent is also compressed to take a small sip to spread it gently.
That’s the joy of drinking coffee.
You can drink it hot or cold, you definitely don’t want to drink cold coffee, when the scent is bland, the bitterness turns ungainly, drinking in denial, the sweet is pitiful…
That’s the same way we love!
Can be passionate every second and every minute, can be like dying for each other, can melt the whole world, forget the date. Being gentle, warm, longing, longing, living to love and love to see yourself reborn, it can be painful but you still find yourself burning with passion. impermanent feel that I am not tasteless…Like a really hot cup of coffee
And when you don’t love anymore, that’s liberation, it’s a memory like everyone carrying a biography, like the past without resentment or anger. Being able to pass by as calmly as a stranger is also because when we were still in love we gave it all to each other… Like a cup of iced coffee with less milk and less sugar.
But it can’t be a moderate, faltering, pale love. If you leave it, you will regret bringing it with you, no interest. Just a pair of sandals that are used to being afraid to change, just a familiar shirt that although you don’t like it, you wear it according to habitual inertia… A cup of cold coffee, the sweet bitterness settles down, a thin layer of water on top, stir forever no taste…
So
, Warm up your cup of coffee with a lot of passion!
Leave and go!
Don’t miss a cup of cold coffee!
