Questa è Enida

Analogically speaking…
You know you like coffee. You know you have liked coffee all your life. And when we got together, you kinda hinted that you liked coffee. But that’s all they were. Hints. You never really did come out and say you wanted coffee. C.O.F.F.E.E. plain and simple.

And I…
I have been a tea personality. Not that I like tea all that much. Yet I like serving tea. T.E.A. even more plain and simple! And the fact that you never said anything about wanting other than tea, I took it that you liked my tea. Otherwise you would have mentioned coffee. Plus, you had nothing but praises for my tea. So Darjeeling it is, darling!

Being away from your tea wife, you found coffee. And you wondered why you were never happy with my tea. You accused me for never serving coffee when all you wanted was coffee and not tea. You hold on to your new-found coffee for the love of life and for the fear of ever having to come back to my tea.

Little that you know, all these years I have been waiting for you to come out and tell me that you wanted coffee. And in the meantime I have coffees piled up on me left right and center. No, I won’t ask whether you would come back to share my coffee. Not now. It’s not about liking coffee or tea now, is it? Coffee is coffee, whatever fancy names you order – Machiato, Cappucino, Flat White or Espresso.

It’s not the what question. It’s the which. And it’s all about being honest with ourselves.