I hate coffee

No, I don’t actually. I love rich, flavorful coffee as a matter of fact. But since the hubby left, I don’t have my coffee partner anymore. And I remember him everytime I see those granules or the coffee maker (he loves freshly brewed coffee!). I just cry. Now, drinking coffee while crying is NOT fun. So I stop. For now.

 

I miss you, baby.

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