Story of Love in Cafe Coffee Culture Story

Sometimes I have been thinking about whether love is like coffee, the stronger it is, the more focused it is, the more addicted I am to him. I never dare to add too much sugar and milk to him, because I am afraid that I will lose the original taste of coffee because I am afraid that I will lose my love.

When I first went to college, I silently fell in love with an upperclassman for more than two years. He was a very active and enterprising man at school, and I seldom saw him at school. So, I always keep that kind of love in my heart, and I can't face him for a long time. By chance, I waited for someone in the cafe at the school gate with my classmates. it was the first time I went to such a high-end place. I was a little nervous that rural people had just entered the city, and then I saw that the boy I had always loved was also waiting for someone in the same cafe. More nervous. But he thought, maybe he's waiting for his girlfriend.

More than 20 minutes later, my classmates and I were waiting for someone to come. He was the president of the student union of our college. Coincidentally, he was also waiting for the president of the student union. So the four of us sat down face to face, because my face was red and hot and I didn't say a word because I was nervous about the whole conversation. When it saw me like this, it became concerned about whether the air was hot, or where it was uncomfortable, whether the coffee was too hot, or not to my taste. I kept shaking my head and saying no.

Perhaps it is because the girls he has met are more cheerful and generous, but girls like me have attracted his attention. After we met in the cafe, we would greet each other occasionally in the cafeteria, then sit and eat together, and occasionally visit our campus together, so I became his girlfriend half a year later. And that cafe has become a place where we often date. I often wait for him to get off work. I often sit on the booth with a window and read quietly, with a cup of coffee we ordered when we first met.

Sometimes I have been thinking about whether love is like coffee, the stronger it is, the more focused it is, the more addicted I am to him. I never dare to add too much sugar and milk to him, because I am afraid that I will lose the original taste of coffee because I am afraid that I will lose my love.