Donec sit amet dui
"LOVE" in my coffee
He told me that he loved me. He said we would have a baby together and I believed in him. I loved him so much, like no other. He was like the milk in my coffee, so sweet. He was my sunrise in the morning and my stars at night. We were inseparable. We would laugh and talk like there was no tomorrow. We’d shared secrets that had never been told before. But on this particular day, he came home and said “I’m leaving.” I knew that something was wrong from the way that he greeted me with s kiss on the forehead. He’d never kissed me there unless something was on his mind. I tried to get a word in but his fret was so overwhelming. He then said, “It’s not that I don’t love you. You know how much I do.” I went over to him and kneeled beside him wondering why was he trying to leave me. The tears were building up in my eyes, “Is it someone else?” i asked. He looked directly into my eyes and said, “It's not that I've found someone else, there's just this eerie feeling that takes over every time you touch my hands. I get tremors to the point I just don’t understand. So I’m leaving.”. I stood up and look at him. He was holding his head in his hands. He continued on to say,