I don't drink white chocolate + caramel lattes, but tonight, I did.
And I put hella whipped cream on it like you asked
and I cried with each swirl: the cup, the espresso inside the cup, the little tulip I made from whole milk, the spiral handled spoon, the can of whipped cream, a fluffy spiral staircase right into the feels.
I took two sips and set it down because there was work to do and smiles to fake but I won't pretend I didn't microwave it later and finish it to the last drop because I knew you would
and I just wanted to pretend that you were there at that counter, caring about every twirl I made behind the bar, like a captain of the ship, as you wrote poetry in bars with every steamy sip.
But you weren't and I'll learn that no matter how hard I try, I just can't do white chocolate + caramel lattes.
You're the only way I want to drink anything these days.
But that's the only way you'll drink it.