coffee

My love for coffee began on a night of much anxiety, stress and nervous tension in a small room in Singapore nine years ago . It wasn't a smooth encounter, though. I did have hallucination throughout the night and my heart almost exploded.
The love affair didn't blossom until I came to the office of people constantly drinking coffee the whole day. Let's just say it was peer pressure.
Nowadays, coffee has become one of the survivor's kit in my life. I am totally a "coffeeholic".
Why do I need coffee? sometimes, I wonder.
Surely, it's not because of the taste alone.
Perhaps, it's just simply love. Who can one predict, alter and control affection? Obviously, I can't.

"I don't know how to quit you"