My Coffee Man

Every morning my husband pours coffee into his cup. He likes his coffee dark while I prefer to have iced tea. Not an ideal match right? He was the coffee-guy but coffee seems to make me sweat in our tropical country so either soda or iced tea would relieve my thirst. I can’t blame him, caffeine was his first love.

I may be years late to be a coffee enthusiast but I have learned to cherish it. Coffee sort of reminded me of him especially the brewed one. It has become his trademark, well, aside from cigarette. He gave me this one little secret when in the office, if he is to make an important decision, he stands up, pick up his mug and go to the pantry for some coffee in the vending machine and he thinks while drinking his coffee. When he returns to his desk, he’s mind is more clear and making decisions is a lot easier. I must say, this is effective.

Every morning I pour coffee into my cup. A spoon or two of coffee grounds and sugar, top it up with a creamer or milk – ahh! a smooth sip to boost the day. Though nothing compares to the strong aroma of brewed coffee made by my husband every morning, I can’t imagine myself not drinking one anymore.

This might probably be what I regret during the length of our relationship, I have not been a good coffee-mate with him. Have I known everything before, I’ve had countless coffees with him. I might have been drinking coffee with him under the heat of the sun outside a coffee shop until he surrenders. Come to think of it today, it is not really the coffee or how it is made, what matters is the memory and that this simple routine is now a cherished memory always repeating every time I make my cup.

Love is so mysterious sometimes, that the special people we meet makes great impact in our life. Not knowing that this impact have totally change our perspective in the future.