Loving him is like savoring a vanilla latte,
warm and comforting,
yet fleeting in its sweetness.
When our hands touch,
it feels like holding a cup that might slip through my fingers.
The steam rises gently,
and all I crave is the taste of him beside me.
But when he’s with someone else it’s like the latte cools,
losing its flavor and slipping away,
just when I want it most.
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