latte lover

Tears tears tears. Second night of tears, yet there still seems no resolution. He is kinda of like coffee-bitterly disliked by my taste buds right now. I'm positive when I turn 40 and begin to see the start of my body's aging process I will acquire a strong like for the caffeinated beverage. Maybe someday in the future I will find no flaw, but simple happiness in sharing all I have shared with him once again. Only time will tell. Hopefully the people I love will be there for me while I bear this time of uncertainty. Hopefully I haven't let them all down before him. I feel like a guilty dress on a body restrained by a noose. So guilty. So regretful. So sorry.