We’ve hit a few bumps in the road lately haven’t we? People are talking, you don’t have to pretend I know you’ve heard it, because I’ve heard it to. It seems people are relishing our troubles.
I knew it.
It was only a matter of time.
They were never meant to be together.
That’s just some of the things they’re saying.
They say that there are others out there who would be better for us. But I know, and I suspect you do as well that no one could ever have as big a place in their heart as we do for each other.
They tell us to focus on the rocky times and ask ourselves is it all worth it. But I see in your eyes, they betray you, and I suspect you see it mine as well the love that still burns in our hearts for each other.
They tell us these things I believe, and I suspect you do as well because deep down they are jealous of what we have.
A passion for each other that is truly uncontrollable.
A love for each other that is truly special
A mental connection so powerful that words are not required to express our feelings for one another
We were meant to be together
We are stronger as us than as you and me
So, let them talk, because I know, and I suspect you do as well that together there is nothing we can’t overcome.
She, beautiful as always, was sipping her coffee and reading the Sunday Times. The actual paper mind you because is there any other way to really read the Sunday Times? While I was sipping my coffee and looking at the highlights of last night’s basketball games on the iPad. One choice in media might differ but one thing is the same, our love for coffee. But Sunday morning coffee, there’s something different about Sunday morning coffee. Its aroma fills the early morning air gently awaking your senses as it eases you into a day where your only responsibilities are to laze around and try to conquer the New York Times crossword puzzle.
But you know what’s the best thing about Sunday morning coffee? It’s sipping on it while I sneak a peek at her, the one I love sitting across from me sipping on her coffee. She may appear to be in her own world behind the pages of the Times but every now and then she sneaks a peek too. Glancing over the pages of the paper she tilts her head slightly to the left and flash me that little smile that says I’m right here and yes, I love you too.
So, the next time you’re sipping your Sunday morning coffee and they’re sitting across from you take a minute to savor it. Because Sunday morning coffee is always better when you share it with someone you love.