Growing up, I never liked coffee.
The smell of it, the taste of it, and even the people who drank it put me off. It was by an accident, that I opened the door to my soon to be an addiction, and biggest vice.
I met a woman.
I loved her so much, I started sharing her love for the things she loved; even her love for a coffee.
To make the story short, she eventually left me, and what used to be my better half left a huge space in my heart. But it's okay; my espresso machine, French Presses, grinder and dripper keeps my company. But somehow, the space isn't quite filled, yet.
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