“Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords.”―_________“I know you and I are not about poems or other sentimental bullshit,
but I have to tell you, even the way you drink your coffee
knocks me the fuck out.”
―_______________________I cannot fathom a life without a good friend. Who could shove a mug of coffee between your clammed up palms and say “talk to me”. Not a question if, just do. And now.
You are not offended from the demanding statement made at you. There is no perked brow, or astonishment washing away your practiced smile. They have seen you at your worst, and at your best. They could pick out of thin air, some inane thing you have done, and make you laugh about it. “Hey, that’s not THAT bad, remember when you…” and side-splitting laughter ensues.And yes, every friendship has their own love language. I cannot say, a good ribbing with a hard elbow is always the best policy for everyone. But, it sure does speak to me. And it kind of tickles too.
I have a tendency to hole up, to gopher down, find a fox hole, hibernate. You know what I am saying. I turn inward to digest, to marinate. Not saying there is anything wrong with that, it is important. But, there is a cut off time.
Whether you need 10, or just one. When you need to lean….do so.
INTO THIS DEEP 