There's always this feeling of nothingness when you go on a long sleep after an unproductive day and you find your eyes wide open on the wrong side of the bed. Your windows are half shut, with drops of rain falling lazily on them, and the cloud snoozing their nose out in an awkwardly dull sky.
You look beside you, at the desk beside your bed and you find just a coffee cup on it. One could think it used to be two cups always sitting tight on that spot and they'd be right because one coffee cup never seems complete for a hopeless romantic.
You'd look back to the green memories, wondering what it would be if you still woke up every morning to masculine arms wrapped around your slender waist, with a familiar baritone voice asking if you'd love some coffee, the best one; CREME DE LA CREME - A quality cup of coffee with your lover.
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