My husband and I were once sitting drinking coffee in a cafe. He was young and handsome, and I loved him. I was wearing an old coat ...
My husband and I were once sitting drinking coffee in a cafe.
He was young and handsome, and I loved him.
I was wearing an old coat that was ruining my life. I felt almost defective in it — I hated that coat. It wasn’t warm. It was disfiguring and it made me feel ugly.
The cafe was cheap, the coffee tasteless.
I was dreaming that one day we would be drinking good coffee in a posh restaurant, and I would look stylish and beautiful. My husband’s eyes were shining when he looked at me. He loved me, and he didn’t know what was on my mind or what I was so down about.
...He died young, and I remained. Alone.
Then, in the years that followed, I sat in hundreds of cafes throughout my life; I drank thousands of cups of good coffee and owned a number of fashionable coats.
But he wasn’t there.
I often remember that moment, and now I understand it was when I had everything — yet I didn’t even realize.
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