My alarm went off this morning, but I lingered with my eyes closed a few seconds longer after I’d silenced the annoying ringing sound. I could already taste my large coffee with extra milk when it hit me (hard!) – the night before I’d gone to the store, but I’d forgotten the very thing I’d wanted to buy in the first place – milk for my morning coffee. What a disaster! No day can start off without coffee, however, so I somehow brought myself to drinking it without milk.
The second I took the first sip of that steaming cup of miracle beverage, a thought started forming in my already racing brain – I want the man in my life to be just like this cup of coffee – strong (and determined), but also sweet and with a touch of cinnamon.
One time: “You should have settled for friends.”
“Why does it always have to be black or white with you?
Because I don’t settle. I don’t lie to myself about love.
You gave me no other option. You should have put up a big “Break glass in case of stupid” sign.
I stayed true to my heart. There was a big ol’ sign right in front of you, even though it didn’t say what you expected it to say.”
“You didn’t fight for us.
But I don’t settle