Bittersweet

I don't know exactly when I started to love you but this is one of those memories where I enjoyed and treasured being with you. This was our second meeting which happened by chance. You had to leave your achie just so you could be with me. Seeing you that day brought about a rush of exhilarating excitement. We talked, enjoyed coffee, took a walk and for a brief but lingering moment, had are fingers entwined together.

For the longest time we've been in correspondence with each other we have only had a few chances to spend time together. And when we did, we usually do with coffee.

Nowadays, whenever I see a coffee shop a simple smile can be traced in my lips as I remember each moment shared with you. Coffee, that bittersweet drink that binds us. A perfect metaphor for the bittersweet love shared between you and me.