FROM COFFEE, WITH LOVE

Dear readers,


I friendly inform you that the Internet hosts more than ten thousand different stories of how to buy, make and sell quality coffee. Face it, whatever the connections with the drink are, it has easly passed into your system, love it or not.Howcome? Intelligent advertising : movie, song, story, news, commercial, as long as it ends well and involes coffee, you empty your pockets to get a glimpse of the false story they show you.Start liking your coffee ,it's always there for you, no matter the circumstances.
Bored? Drink a cup of coffee. Prone to adventure? Choose turkish coffee. Need concentration? Add more suggar. Hyperactive?Choose decaff.Whatever the need, getting married with cofeine has proved to be the best choice to never get asthenic and lonely.
Explanation? Personal history to relate to, in my case.Memories, sweet or sour, are the best PR a true coffee addiction can get.TV commercials are just an easy reminder that you are not the only one.
My name is Mrs.lustful, I am "an everyday coffee-lover".My problem is my coffee.It started way back in time while I was selling sodas on the counter in a small coffee shop on a dusty street from my hometown.The owner? My grandmother.Powerful, deep concerned brown eyes, shy dried hands, colourful pinny usually hung on the nail from the kitchen door, penetrating scent of apple pie.Her cooking passion started a phenomenon of friendly gathering during Fridays afternoons.It became a custom , I uncounciously attended to.Soon I was no niece but a slave of her coffeine needs."Darling please grind more coffee, it's right there in the cupboard".That got me angry one day I said to her:"You should grind it yourself!".Her eyes stared with amazement at my foolish rude gesture and as I became to feel useless and weak she started laughing so silently and pleasant it amazed me instantly."You should drink some too, have you ever tasted coffee?"
I nodded "no" and stared at her trying to understand her calm reaction.
"Why do you never ask me about my husband and laundry?".
"Because you don't have one"
"Of course I do!"
In a glimpse she blushed over the whole situation and started loudly laughing. She made a long pause and then added with warm deep voice:"You are something my dear.."
That day I had tasted my first milk-coffee with grandma talking about the silly stuff old and young people talk about-nothing.Sometimes milk-coffee makes you feel speechless
As I started beeing an annoying teenager constantly fighting for justice and affirmation I backgrounded all my past evenings hearing about:love, kissing, dancing, cheating with the work colleague, divorcing, maybe not divorcing, ironing problems,menopause.Those evenings haunted me by every afternoon sip and cigarette I had with my best-friends talking about music, Bon Jovi, Guns and Roses, kissing Jhonny Deep.I finally understood the importance of a true kiss, a playful love: <<"I am leaving", I repeated to myself as I rushed at the subway with his keys in my pocket.We collided on the way , he smiled and asked me: "Where do you think you are going? ".
He smiled, as I felt the ground running under my cold feet.I could not move a lip.He realised the awkardness and carried the disscusion in annoyingbly relaxed mood:
"I went to buy coffee, thought you'll need some, but couldn't decide what type suits you so I got back to ask.Shall we have go,or should I leave you running like a crazy person from me?".>>
Iced mocchacino really made one night stands become more a relationship than a race. Tee I do hate, it always begins with" I don't think I'm ready for a relationship that serious, how do you want you tee?" 
Latte Machiatos? Fine decision for an evening where you decide to forget about your life and talk about something else with your friends:"So, he is married..huh?",they push and push.."How about the Latte Machiatos they have here, the brown suggar is exceptional and it's biological", you fight back.
Filter coffee, always goes with sleepless nights before important exams, hearing your radio playing "Sleepless-Until June".It's about time you got a break although you can't actually get one until June, literarly.
Coffee also goes with business: "Interesting idea, we should discuss it furtherly, I'll meet you at Van Goghs' they serve the best coffee in town, be there-nine thirthy".We meet, we talk, I choke, he opens my door after three ours of time conspirancy.He enoyoied my ideea as much as he enyoied the coffee, good start, we break up at a random intersection.Pushed by the coffeine effect I walk myself home entering a new era.No more filter plus ciggares and serving sodas, though they seem so close. I can't hear the voices calling my name, calling my row, calling me .No more:"The coffee is in the cupboard" still, I am vividly reminded of them every morning in the kitchen .I am thinking of what to say to you.And I say: 
History cannot be forgotten, my life is my coffee.

Best regards,
"the every-day coffee lover"