Tea Time
Saturday, May 31st, 2014
I think you’re swell, really.
You may even be my ideal cup of tea.
But you see, darling, the thing is, I’ve never been fond of tea. I drink it, yes. But what exactly should that mean to you?
When I was younger, I happened to pass by the most extravagant silver tea set as I was window shopping with my mum through the streets of New York; I begged her to buy it for me, and she obliged only after I promised her I would grow to enjoy the taste.
Ten years later, I still cannot seem shake the bitterness from my tongue; I also cannot pass up the opportunity to add another beautifully crafted teacup to my ever-growing collection, either.
So maybe that’s why I drink tea daily: for the pure pleasure of sipping from a particularly lavish cup.
I guess what I’m trying to say, is that maybe you are the most steamy, delightfully flavorful cup of tea around.
But I’ve had plenty of tea in my life,
and yet, I still prefer coffee.
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