"Taste it, I know you'll love it."

It was on the nth time that I made a coffee for him but I still can't do it the way he want it to be. Alex—my boyfriend told me few times how the taste of a certain coffee never failed to linger in his memory.

The way he described the coffee almost left me breathless because he was talking about it like it was the lost memory of himself he failed to recognized now. He imagines a sip of it like breathing—like he needed it more than me.

"It's good but I want the lesser sugar to be add on. I want the coffee she always makes for me."


More than anything, I know the obsession he had with coffee but I never realized that it never wasn't the coffee I would be competing about but the girl who made it. The girl he'd always been obsessed about. It's the girl before me. His secretary.


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