Day Eleven of Everyday Inspiration will bring me to catch up over a cup of coffee and say what’s going on while we drink it.
If we were having coffee now, mine would be decaf and yours not. I would be drinking very fast and you would be waiting till yours would be lukewarm.
You would be reading the news on your iPad and I’d do the same on my iPhone.
If we were having coffee, you’d have made a latte with full-cream milk for me, and have yourself an espresso.
We would interrupt each other’s reading to share interesting news and have vibrant discussions on our views.
If we were having coffee, we would like it with a home-made banana cake, or our preferred butter cookies with almonds or chocolate.
We would turn Spotify on and listen to my playlists. We would even interrupt the coffee and the chatter to get emotional about some of the songs.
If we were having coffee, that would be over the weekend, during a late breakfast, and we could indulge in a second latte, so you would join me. And perhaps more cake.
We would talk about our plans for the day and not follow any of them, but check what’s left in the fridge and make it a PJ’s day.
If we were having coffee, after two lattes, I would prepare a pot of green tea to complete our morning chatter.
I would drink two-thirds of the tea-pot, and you would mention that I eat and drink too fast.
But if we were having a coffee after dinner, only you would have an espresso, to sleep well (for God’s sake!), and I would have just one cup of tea, prepared by you.
We would want to have an orange intense flavor, dark chocolate, and after my third slice, you would smile mischievously and suggest that we buy shares from Lindt, the producer.
That suggestion would be my choco-pleasure stopper, plus noticing that you had only two slices. I would admire your self-control for choco-matters but feel no need for a role model.
Morning or evening, we would feel cozy and relaxed doing nothing, and our own things, but together.
And that’s how I love to always have a coffee with you.
Sights & Insights 
I really enjoyed reading this post and could imagine every moment you described.
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Thank you for reading Cathi. Its a big compliment to hear that you could imagine that. Thanks.
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That’s a beautiful portrait of love – love for coffee and otherwise. If I had the ability, I’d be deeply moved. I’m probably moved even if I don’t have the ability.
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Haha if I had the ability, I would be deeply sardonic but you’re unbeatable.
You’re hilarious.
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Nah, negativism and such are inborn, don’t even try to compete in that, you’re too sweet for such a thing. This is however my favourite post by you and one of my absolute favourites ever (if not the absolute favourite).
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What a beautifully written piece, Lucile. It’s like the beginning of a wonderful novel.
janet
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Wow Janet, that’s a very kind comment. I never thought I could write a novel. Thank you.
Have a lovely Sunday.
Lucile
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Yes truly beautiful and full of love, as the others say. I almost felt like I was intruding there at the end. Loved this. Oh, and I would make you the best latte 😉😉
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So sweet, thank you. You never intrude, hon, and Durk loves you. He would make the best latte for you too. 😘
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Aw, thank you. I wish I was there!!!! xxxx
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Lucile–I just loved this. What a very cozy read. Yes, I would drink so slowly my coffee would get cold!
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Oh thank you, Lois. I just cannot wait so long to eat or drink anything cold!
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This is great Lucile; a real portrait of love.
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Best description of the weekend coffee share ever, Lucile! And I would add pumpkin spice to my latte to by annoying and because I can 😉
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You sound like just the perfect person to share a cup of coffee with! (Well, except for that orange-flavored chocolate … 🙂 )
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Haha. Now tell me, what’s wrong with the orange-flavored chocolate? Send your preferences so I can organize our coffee session! 😉
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