I know your order by heart.

It's always a macchiato with seltzer water on the side.

No matter where we are.

You've whisked me away to so many different coffee shops in so many different cities and I've never grown tired of it. (Maybe because of all the coffee we've been drinking).

And I wonder if every time that you get coffee, and I'm not there, if you think about my favorite order. Just a straight, black, pour-over.

And I wonder if I've given you coffee stains on your heart, much like you've given me.