You say I'm a very sweet, sweet taste. You're like my favorite coffee. You are wonderful on your own. Perfect to me. To others, different. You don't need sugar to be perfect. But since I am your sugar, I'd prefer to be added to your perfection. To make you feel a little sweeter, a little brighter.
I said this to a boy. My boy.
He said, "We may be apart in the waking world but we brew lovely coffee together in my dreams."