Non-fat vanilla latte with a shot of caramel.
Earl grey with a dash of milk, that’s how he always takes his tea.
I could still recall all those details from five years ago; his lopsided smile and his broken promises.
Long were the nights I spent trying to block the sound of his memories. When I finally fix myself, I was stronger.
So, this evening, at the little coffee shop where we had our first date, when he looked at me with those blue eyes I once so loved, asking, “Can we start over again?”
Oh darling, you were my cup of tea, but I drink coffee now.