how funny it is to realize what you miss once you leave it behind. who knew the smell of freshly ground coffee and the sound of blended ice melting into the ever so cultural acoustics would be something i longed for so deeply? more than stimulating the senses, i miss the meaning behind the tiny shops. the warmth that comes not from the so aptly named italian beverage but from the company. from the voice of truth that speaks in the most subtle of ways when it’s needed most. in the embrace that ensures that that warmth will remain during your time together. how despite the multitude of distractions, for those moments nothing else matters but pouring into conversation. overflowing in emotion and diving deeper with each sentence. confidence, vulnerability, confession, acceptance, joy. how can so much come from one cup?
