Realizing that I don’t want or need you anymore is a beautiful thing. I don’t survive through your compliments or compulsively check to see if you’ve texted me. Your opinion of me no longer makes or breaks my day. I don’t need you anymore. I don’t want you, at least not as a lover, either. It’s beautiful.
Thanks to you I went out and bought cafe bustelo and made an attempt at cafe cubano. I didn't have an espresso maker but it still came out pretty good and I love it so much (I don't even drink coffee that much either but damn I will now)