I picked the coffee cup with the blue and green paint. We had three candles lit and the rest of the lights were out. Outside the rain poured. The house was dark and gloomy; the only thing missing was a funeral reception. But she liked the setting that way so I had to accept the temporary silence and darkness. She looked into my coffee cup and told me what she saw. Birds. A bride and a groom. I listened and she read my life, or at least pieces of it. That dark afternoon I drank the turkish coffee and listened to my fate as she told it. On that moment, that bitter coffee made me happy. The rain that I always hate relieved and soothed me. I never thought I would ever love the things I hate.
Bitterness
If you continue this way, I do not see any date in your fate. You’re living a hallucination !
Ok, now delete my post right away !
well i think that you are wrong Ram Ram. i think that she can because i think that everyone have their own ways of releaving them selves and this is how she does it, you might like to see the sun and be eating ice cream, i like to sit on a couch and drink my coffe just like her and look at the rain or the snow.