August 5, 2017

My dearest,

We are having coffee. A bottle of sugar granules accompanies your filter coffee when it arrives. Unnecessary, since you’ll never add sugar to your black coffee.

Why didn’t you return it, the way I did with the syrup for my iced espresso latte?

I didn’t see it, you say.

You’re not very observant, I tease.

Doesn’t matter, you reply, as long as I always observe you.

Amazing. After almost decade together and now you’ve basically become another me. I ought to be proud. Or annoyed. I’m both, probably, and happier than I ever thought I’d be.

Yours, ever and always.