The taste of love is like the smell of coffee. Yes, it smells better than it tastes, but the scent is so infectious that you want nothing more than to place it upon your tongue at the slightest whiff, oblivious to the inevitable disappointment.
However, that disappointment alone is not enough to push us away; no, we will be back for a second cup, because coffee gives you energy, it gives you life! As people do, in love. A kind of life that makes you forget about your initial disappointment.
But, when the energy fades away, the only memory that keeps you coming back for another coffee is the smell floating through the shop the next day—it is revitalizing and once again your lips beg to taste it.
One should cherish those moments in which you can enjoy the scent but can’t afford another cup, for nothing quite poisons the smell of coffee like its bitter, bitter taste.
