My coffee is warm in my hands and I wonder why you like the iced version in February. We always order venti and neither of us can finish the full cup. Oh- but it only costs pennies more..!
Spring should be here soon and I look at my watch to double check. At all the apartment complexes and businesses that we pass, the crape myrtles have been brutally chopped to an awkward nakedness and other bushes are three inches tall again. It's kind of bizarre how things will sprout green from the severed trees. I guess there's always hope for us.
I smack smack my lips while you stir your peach yogurt. It's my least favorite flavor but my most favorite person. The spoon is cold and the yogurt, plain- but the skin on our shoulders is warm and electric when we touch. The movies we rented pile precariously high and the books we purchased gather dust. Our cell phones light up. Everything is so lazy how it just sits there- I even had the thought not to write.
We put our pocket change into the piggy bank I bought you when we were together in Vancouver. Soon we will have enough to feel secure in our decision to buy the venti and pour the last bit into the drain.
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