The way she smiled

 I remember the day I saw her for the first time

I tried so hard not to stare

At the way her eyes glistened

Brighter than the party lights 

And how effortlessly


She managed to look a little shy

A little playful and a little quirky 

All at the same time

In the midst of our first conversation 


She wanted to guess

What my favorite drink was

She looked at me curiously

And after a few seconds of silence 


She told me in a soft voice 

"You look like a dark roast coffee type of a guy."

I'll never forget

The way she smiled 


When I told her she was right

To be honest

I wasn't a coffee drinker

And I sure didn't have a favorite drink


But that day

I fell in love with dark roast coffee 

And I've been having a cup

Every single day ever since.

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