ONCE, WE FELL IN LOVE. jay ( epistolary ) ✓

THREE

March 19, 2021
Seoul, South Korea
Friday, 8:57 pm

　

Everything had gone smoothly for the last year. Not only for me, but for you as well.

I still remember you making and bringing me coffee during the early mornings before we start with our day.

May it be during the summer days or during the prickly cold during the winter season, you'd be there to hand me a simmering cup of my favorite drink.

Then I remember.

I asked you once...

I asked you once, why you preferred tea over coffee.

And you answered,

‘I love the mellow, earthly taste of the tea. With a little splash of sweet honey, whether it may be hot or cold, it's always pleasant to my palette.’

Can I ask you now, again, Jay?

Had my taste over the bitter coffee reminded you of the bitter decisions that I had?

Bitter thoughts and perspective seldomly taken out of my mind through the blunt words coming from my mouth that had you swapped me altogether for your nice, mellow tea?

Maybe you really did not liked coffee.

Or maybe you started to not like coffee.

Because it reminded you of how opposite I am to your liking of sweet things when I was even barely an ounce of it?