“Wow,” I said.
That snarky smile with her newly adorned thick glasses gazed up at me,
gingerly sipping on that grande caramel latte with soy milk and no whipped cream, obviously
“What?” she replied
Staring as her red cup graced the gentlest lips I’ve seen
I was speechless
Even after 17 short months I get like this
Like the first date oh-shit-what-do-I-say speechless
How wow is that?
To share your Sunday mornings with
those glasses, that smile, and that **** latte without the slightest of cares
but to enjoy the upcoming breakfast and morning sunshine together
“Nothing,” I smiled
Watching as she returned to her menu deciding which sides to go with her toast
A daunting decision, indeed.
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 11:44 PM UTC
“Wow,” I said.
That snarky smile with her newly adorned thick glasses gazed up at me,
gingerly sipping on that grande caramel latte with soy milk and no whipped cream, obviously
“What?” she replied
Staring as her red cup graced the gentlest lips I’ve seen
I was speechless
Even after 17 short months I get like this
Like the first date oh-shit-what-do-I-say speechless
How wow is that?
To share your Sunday mornings with
those glasses, that smile, and that **** latte without the slightest of cares
but to enjoy the upcoming breakfast and morning sunshine together
“Nothing,” I smiled
Watching as she returned to her menu deciding which sides to go with her toast
A daunting decision, indeed.
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