First Drafts
- Bitter Taste -
Swallowing the last of my coffee, I wince at the bitter taste. I know that I should stop drinking it, and I know that it is pointless to try to get used to the taste of it on my lips, for I know that it would be bitter again the next time that I'll be having it.
This is the truth. I could not see the appeal of coffee like everybody else. I could feel the quiet sweetness of it as it comes down smooth, but still, that sweetness was not enough to match the bitter aftertaste.
But this is your favorite. You always took it dark with a shot glass of milk and two tablespoons of creamer. I am a fool for remembering, but I take it that way too now.
Back when we were in love, I couldn't understand why you would be so drawn to coffee.
But I understand now.
You are one and the same.
Because once you are gone, the only thing left, and the only thing always there, is the bitter aftertaste.
And just how I would never stop loving you, I would never stop drinking it. Because I'd rather have the darkest fragment of you than to have nothing at all.
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