There is always a trace of pain in the heart, a lingering concern in the mind, and a hope that remains. I look forward to the day years later when I can meet you again at the corner coffee shop. Even if it is only a cup of coffee, a word of remembrance, a warm moment, or a faint sigh shared between us, it would still become a precious memory.
Please do not move. Just wait for me to slowly walk toward you. You must be more patient than I am.
To me, you are a rich and slightly bitter black coffee; to you, I am a softly fragrant jasmine tea. You said that coffee and tea would eventually blend into a unique coffee tea with an unexpected flavor. You always believed that with love, nothing was impossible. Your devotion and sincerity eventually touched the heart that had been silent for so long.
Sitting alone in a corner of a coffee shop, with dim yellow lights falling around me, there is no coffee or dessert before me, only a glass of plain water keeping me company.
"Please give me a glass of iced water." Some people laugh and say that drinking cola seems childish; drinking lemon tea seems conservative; drinking fresh juice seems inexperienced; drinking milk seems ordinary; drinking coffee seems old-fashioned. Yet a glass of plain, tasteless water seems able to face all judgments calmly.
Sometimes I enjoy bitter coffee because it resembles life itself: The days may be bitter, but the memories are sweet.
