Whenever I smell a cup of tea
the aroma carries me back
to that moment
outside the theatre
at a rooftop café
where she asked me
if I had ever loved someone
as much as I loved her
I had no answer
just a smile
she said
she understood
I always dive too deeply
into things
and while thinking
of what to say
while looking into her eyes
I kept opening
sachet after sachet of sugar
and pouring them into my tea
without even noticing
she laughed
and said
this is going to be
too sweet for you
I’ll order another cup
and somehow
that gave me the answer
I couldn’t say before
I told her
I once loved someone
with all the sweetness
I had
but maybe
it became too much for her
so she went looking
for something
a little less sweet
maybe a little bitter
maybe simply better
for her
it wasn’t her fault
some people like their tea
a different way
she was a good person
there was no need
to compare her with anyone
just like you
she looked at me
for a moment
then suddenly
picked up my cup
and took a sip
I told her
it’s too sweet
she smiled
I know
but I can still drink it
until the last drop
and then she said
if the tea becomes too sweet
we can always change the tea
we don’t have to
throw away the whole cup



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