Every time you smile I see coffee shops. when we hug your hair smells like freshly brewed espresso shots, the brown in your eyes fills me like liquid in people's cups.
The Victorian-esque furniture we sit on engages our conversations, local artists’ paintings creating an atmosphere amidst customers black caffeinated percolations.
As I sit with my own $2.50 purchased coffee, the warmth exceeds from my hand too my heart as your every sentence and word transforms into all existing metaphors of the words "I love you." With these coffee shop eyes, I memorize all of this moment as if wishing it could last longer than this sip.
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