Jan 22, 2008

Make myself a home.
With my love one, watching his back.
He was brewing a cup of mocca.
He knew I love mocca.
Of course he knew, i hated dark coffee and dark chocolate.
He asked me, " Is the coffee too hot for you?"
Sip by sip, I smiled and answered No.
He quietly watch me drink.
He was the one, My happiness.

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