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Love is as strong as a coffee story

Published: 2024-11-08 Author: World Gafei
Last Updated: 2024/11/08, Drinking coffee is like enjoying a painting and understanding one's mood. When the strong aroma of coffee floats in the air, I always want to seize such a moment to experience the strong aroma and faint taste of coffee. In big cities, young people like to go to cafes, where quiet music, faint lights, light meals, coffee, and even a bosom friend or lover accompany you.

Drinking coffee is like enjoying a painting and understanding one's mood. When the strong aroma of coffee floats in the air, I always want to seize such a moment to experience the strong aroma and faint taste of coffee.

In big cities, young people like to go to cafes with quiet music, faint lights, light meals, coffee, and even a bosom friend or lover to accompany you. This is the so-called love in coffee story. I always feel that drinking coffee is like enjoying a painting and understanding one's mood. When the strong smell of coffee floats in the air, I always want to seize such a moment to experience the strong aroma and faint taste of coffee.

For two couples who have just met, it is necessary to go on a date in a cafe. One is that the environment there is really suitable for love, and the other is that a man's gentlemanly demeanor can be well displayed only in similar western restaurants. Girls like cafes because they like the elegance brought by cafes more, but also enjoy the quiet and thinking given by this environment. Boys like cafes, more is the opportunity to have private parts with their girlfriends, but also allows both sides to communicate heart to heart.

Love is like the story of the same strong coffee 1

Not long after I graduated from college that year, I was a stranger to the outside world. I respected but feared the western culture because I was really afraid of making a fool of myself. The first time I went into a cafe was when I was dated by a guy I liked. I sat there blankly, not knowing how to add sugar or milk to myself, but a boy who was a few years older than me and took care of me and told me that coffee could actually drink its beauty. I had a long talk with him in the cafe that day. He was there listening foolishly to his ideals and future plans. I think I said too much at that time, because the plot in the coffee story needed to be carefully savoured, not explained at once.

Later, our date place was set in that cafe, where there are our stories, our ideals, our initial expression of love for both sides, in fact, such an opportunity to meet him and enjoy such a love. In fact, love at that time was as beautiful as coffee.

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