Coffee and good friends.

I have always enjoyed the warmth of good company, especially if it is a meeting to share a cup of coffee. In my community if you visit someone's house, most likely they will invite you a cup and that's how you get to know people through the coffee they prepare. With time you begin to choose which house you prefer to go to because of the quality of the coffee they serve you. In this way in the last few years I have woven my friendship networks between one cup of coffee and another.

With a dynamic like this you undoubtedly learn to drink coffee with the best company, because in addition to all the magic of friendship, at home we always drink coffee together, my partner and I, having a long conversation about something important and profound or about the most trivial thing, but always in company. So, in my life, cups of coffee and its incomparable aroma are directly related to friendship, love and the best shared moments.

The interesting thing is that in spite of all this context I always enjoy a good cup of coffee even being alone and with this I have concluded that coffee is the best company. Some time ago I made a good friendship with a girl, we were something like coffee friends, when I finished my homework and work and she did the same, we agreed to go to her house and share a cup of strong and sweet coffee, that's how she prepared it.

From there, thousands of conversations and a friendship as intense as their cups of coffee arose. In a short time we were more than friends, we felt like sisters, but things went by very fast, as fast as the cups of coffee ended every afternoon we met.One day I said to her:

"The bad thing here is that everything happens so fast."

"What do you mean?"

"Our friendship happened very fast, just as fast it could be over, because here things burn out in moments."

"That worries me."

"There's nothing to worry about.We'll be fine."

And so we spent many afternoons sharing our coffee amidst laughter and stories, but indeed time passed us by and we didn't realize we were wasting away. At the same speed other things happened, one discussion after another and before we knew it we were no longer speaking to each other. I had to get used to drinking my afternoon coffee alone again.

One day while I was drinking a cup of coffee I received a visitor, a good friend who was also a friend of hers. He told me that she who had been my coffee companion was now embarking on a risky journey to the United States, she had migrated illegally. Of course she didn't say goodbye, because we were no longer friends, but I dedicated that afternoon's cup to her memory - may she have good luck on her trip - I thought.

In life people come and go, some are forgotten and others we remember forever. Many memories have the aroma of coffee, but others smell of rain or freshly baked bread or anything that gives us the pretext to remember them.In life people come and go and the only thing that remains is the coffee steaming from inside the cup in our hand.