Is this the fate of love? Our love was once as fragrant, roasty and aromatic as a cup of joe - an americano. It was warm. It kept us awake. Dare I say - It kept us alive. I'll admit that there were bitter notes, but if you paid attention the devil's details, you'll find other flavourful hints of citrus, cocoa and spice. Like the Holy Grail, this nectar of the heavens was endless and from it we drank our everlasting fill, rejoicing the days that pass us. It was a truly the paragon of a coffee connoisseurs' delight.
But now that enough time has passed for this ceramic mug, the same cup no longer feels warm. All you taste from the black liquid is but a bitter swill. Re-heating it cannot restore its complex flavours no matter how refined your technique is. It can still keep us awake - but no longer does it keep us alive. The same cup of brewed coffee will not taste the same ever again.
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