Rediscovering love behind coffee

The sunlight filtered through the window of my bedroom, and I woke up with a smile on my face, knowing that today was going to be a special day. I looked beside me, and there he was, sleeping peacefully. Christopher, my love.

I sat on the bed and watched him for a while, admiring his beauty and serenity. I couldn't believe how lucky I was to have found someone like him. I snapped out of my reverie when I smelled something familiar calling me from the kitchen: coffee.

I got out of bed, put on my robe, and walked towards the kitchen to prepare our morning coffee. But something changed in the air when I saw Christopher standing at the door, looking at me with a serious expression.

"What's wrong?" I asked, confused.

"Sweetheart, I need to talk to you about something important," he said in a grave voice. "It's not easy for me to say this, but I feel like it's necessary."

I approached him, worried. What was going on?

"Lately, I've noticed that you're very focused on coffee," he said. "I can't help but feel like you're more concerned about having it than being with me. I'd like you to pay more attention to what's happening around us, to our time together. I love that you enjoy coffee, but I feel like it's starting to affect our relationship."

I stayed silent, processing his words. I hadn't considered that my love for coffee could have a negative impact on our relationship. I felt guilty and ashamed.

"Christopher, I'm sorry," I said, with tears in my eyes. "I didn't realize. Please forgive me."

"You don't have to apologize, sweetheart," he said as he hugged me. "I just want us to be more present for each other. I want us to do things together, to enjoy each other's company without distractions."

I realized that he was right. I had been so focused on my love for coffee that I had neglected the most important thing: my love for him.

So we made a pact: I would try to reduce my coffee consumption, and he would try to get more involved in the preparation of the coffee, so that it would be something we shared together. From then on, every morning we would prepare our coffee together, and then we would drink it while talking about our plans for the day and anything else that came to mind.

It wasn't easy at first, but we gradually succeeded. Our relationship improved in every aspect, and I realized that I had found something more important than coffee: true love.

So now, every morning, I wake up with a smile on my face not just because of the coffee, but because I know that I have the man I love by my side. And when we have our coffee together, I savor every sip as if it were an expression of our love.