Espresso

You remind me of freshly brewed coffee in a Sunday morning. I fall in love with its scent the moment I step down the stairs with a hungry stomach waiting for a good set of breakfast.

Quite bitter with the tiniest hint of sweetness – that’s how I always wanted my coffee done.

When it’s all prepared I’d wait a minute or two to drink it so it would slightly cool off, but I’d make sure it’s still hot enough for me to feel the comfy warmth it brings in my stomach.

You remind me of coffee, I say. The first thing I look forward to in the morning, and perhaps the only thing that can keep me awake through out my day.

I always thought of it as a little reward for myself; like a prize after every achievement, or after every while when I got to finish my paper works. Sometimes, when things didn’t turn out exactly like planned, I run to a coffee shop for comfort.

It has always been a wonder for me, you know. How coffee could calm my veins in such a soothing manner that with just one sip – all the stress and anxiety of today suddenly turns in to pointless pieces of nothing. 

Sometimes, though, when I “accidentally” drink too much, it would keep me up all night ‘til I only got 3 hours of sleep.

You remind me of coffee, I say.

I remember a time when I got too addicted to caffeine until my body could no longer handle it. I felt my heart beating in a reckless manner, so much of it I found it hard to breathe. My palms were sweating cold and my whole body shivered. My lungs began to beg for air, and in that desperate moment of mine – I learned that no matter how much I loved something, too much of it would eventually destroy me.

You remind me of coffee.

You surely do.