咖啡因的思绪

I made myself a Latte. It's as good as a Starbuck's. I have become quite "un-forgiving" when it comes to tea and coffee。 I demand the absolute comfort，from the aroma to the flavor， to the color and the cup。If I get it from a cafe, if I can, I would choose not to know who prepared it for me. Because that's part of my comfort too. That's why, that's why I choose not to know who you are, if I can resist. I enjoy the comfort of reading you. I enjoy the comfort of imagining who you are, imagining your face, your hair, your smile. I would even imagine the way you walk, the way you stand. Most of all, I want to indulge myself in imagining the way your eyes looking into mine. Oh yes, your eyes, and your lips. I allow myself to fall in love with you, like the autumn leaves fall into the arms of the earth beneath. It's so natural, so easy, so harm free.And, you don't have to know.