There are many beverages in the sea
We have split up. Coffee is seeing other people while I am seeing other warm beverages. Within two days of separation I was already hitting the shops. I have been out with a few different teas. Five to be exact. Nothing too serious at this point.
Today I am seeing Ginger Peach for the second time. Until now, there have only been first meetings. This is the first follow up. Something about her called me back. Some of the other tea leaves had a decent flavor, but our interactions would grow stale as the night moved on. They began to seem more and more watered down. This is not the case with Ginger. Through our whole time together, she always has interesting and strong tastes.
Right away it was evident that Ginger Peach was a fast steeper. I do not usually get hung up on such qualities, though the immediate gratification is rather nice. I just hope that people do not think I am concerned with how soon she is ready. I am willing to wait for it. Also, Ginger is a green tea. I do not care where we come from, but Asian seems pretty cool. Perhaps she will open my eyes to new cultural experiences. It is difficult to say what happens next. I am curious as to what else is out there.
I still think about coffee. Sometimes when I enter a room, I feel as though coffee had just been there. It is almost as if I can smell his presence. I dig through my wardrobe and find the stains he left upon my clothing. Ginger, or any other tea could never stain me like that. There are times when I lay awake at night remembering how coffee would keep me awake at night. Then, in the morning before everyone else was awake. We would go to the kitchen and grind.
I had no idea how serious it was. Every time I picked him up, coffee left a ring on the counter. I was a fool to just leave it there. Ginger Peach is a great tea and all, but… I, I am confused. I am thirsty. I do not know what I want.
I could have responded with lurid tales of my former relationship with Earl Grey. How I was drawn to him each and every morning, against my will. No matter how exhausted I was from the previous night’s revelry, I had to have him. Hot and fast, almost too fast. Someone could get hurt like this, but there wasn’t much time before I had to leave for work…
Yup, I could have said a bunch of stuff like that, but I’m not gonna.
Instead, I’m going to say something straight out one time. I may imply it any number of times, or think it repeatedly and not even hint at it. Or maybe I’ll say something inane, or something that I think is funny (and no one else does, but - since no one else wants the job - I am my own best friend, so that still works)
Enough preamble? Ready then?
You’re a damn good writer. Probably the kind of D.G.W. that gets ignored and is under-appreciated his whole life, but I swear upon the Mormons at your door -
damn
good
writer