We are like the coffee beans, witholding unto the world who we truly are, until when we feel ripe and safe enough from the meticulous roasting process. Releasing the aroma of apprehension and uncertainty, we stepped into each other's life, exploding with the pleasant taste and senses that fill my life so welcoming now. Luscious thick liquid pours from the machine, flooding my my mind with rejuvenation. The bitter taste gives our taste buds an awakening, for we are not perfect but learning, as the buds get accustomed to it. Sweetness lingers on after, a different degree of appreciation between us. This taste is what we want to be given, and to give back.

Syrup lies at the bottom, individual as any of us are. Our faces reflected on the silver surface, as we stir ourselves into the already tempting drink. We add not to hinder the taste, meerly to highlight it further for our enjoyment. Swirls as this caffe latte, our lives criss-crossed and are bonded, so strongly that no matter the time tat leaves this cup waiting, will ever seperate us into what we began from.

This "drink" that I now so appreciate, so much always crave for, I never expected it. But the thing is, I want this in my life, so I called for it. I chose to want this taste, and that's just the beauty of it.

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