a whisper of words

it's a metaphor, you see.


24. farida




farida, she was coffee. you were slightly addicted to her. you could never go a day without drinking coffee like you could never go a day without thinking about her. coffee was a part of you just like she was. she wasn't a regular latte or cappuccino, and she wasn't an americano either. she was one of those special edition coffees that you could only get in the fall or winter. you loved the way she warmed you up inside when she wrapped her arms around you. and you loved that she smelt like coffee too. perhaps you loved her more than you could ever love coffee.

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