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Love is like coffee. Bitter sweet. The dark coffee with its tempting aroma. Irresistable.

 

I wish you still working there. To have you serve me a cup of coffee. Your bitter sweet coffee. I look up to the sky, and asked “Why? Why Me?!”.

 

Now for every seconds I eyed at the cafe, it ached my very poor lonely soul. For not able to take a glance of you anymore.

 

I Love You So, My Coffee Girl.

 

 

*It has nothin’ absolutely nothing to do with the dead or living. Just a fiction from the author*

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