My dear Senorita.
I wanted to remember the last but not least morning coffee that we had. It was several hours before my departure and I had the chance to enjoy the last cup of my favorite coffee: Creme Caramel. It was a rare occasion where I ordered my coffee along with delicious toasty bread with Nutella. She got a cup of hot tea and bread too.
The way she arranged her tea pot and put the jam on her toast--everything was perfectly in sync and in order because she was a perfectionist.
We talked and talked and talked but neither of us talked about goodbye.
We agreed that the concept of goodbye did not apply to us. It was true...
I missed her though. Really missed her.
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