“Why are all guys the same,” I said as I sat there crying as my boyfriend just broke up with me and of all places my favorite coffee shop. I thought he was the “one,” but apparently, he was already dis-in love with me for the longest time now. What did I do wrong for this to happen?

Before I could leave the barista, who was always quiet came by and gave me a warm cappuccino on the house. I thank him before I left with red eyes and blush cheeks. Walking home I was in a delusional state of mood, but without noticing I took a sip from the cappuccino. Tasting the warmth from the cappuccino I awaken from my delusional mood. It was exactly like how I liked it, but I felt like there was something more to it.

Feeling a bit better I went for a little walk around the park. Not caring that I just cried in public a few minutes ago, I put on music from my phone and walk. Observing the same scenery that ever so changing lighten my mood more. Still the taste of the cappuccino lingers in my mouth, so I drank another gulp of it. What is this lingering sense in my mouth I thought but continue my lonesome walk. Many thoughts came into my mind, but many were of that coldhearted bastard.

After a good walk I went home. I left the empty cup of cappuccino on the table as I lay on my bed. Now alone with no one around more tears than ever streams out of my eyes. How long has it been since he stops loving me, how long has it been since he wanted to break up, and how long has it been since I was truly alone.

A week went by and it was a bit of a struggle to get everything back to normal but thinking it through this might have had been for the better. He never said he love me as much as he uses too and if I think about it we wanted different things. Still not wanting to let this hinder me too much I felt like it was good to move on.

The next day I finally felt like drinking a cappuccino. I wonder if I can get the same one as last time though. When I got there, I order my cappuccino and left, but when I drank it I felt like something was missing. The next day I went there again, but still felt like it was missing something. Until finally on the third day the barista who was mostly quiet was working today. I ask “Hey ummmm..,” as I look for his nametag and spotting it I continue “John, I was wondering if I can get a cappuccino.”

He didn’t say anything and nodded. As he made it, I observed how he made it. These past few days I been observing, and everything seems fine and looks like the same recipe. As he gave me my order I took a sip and ah, this was it. I thank him and left.

Still how was his different from the other barista. Oh well I thought as I went to work. Getting my special cup of cappuccino invigorate me and today I felt like I could take anything that came my way.

The next day I went I ordered another cappuccino and it was again my made by the quiet barista. I never really notice him before, since most of the time I came here it was with my ex. But looking at him, he had a nice face, but he never really smiles. I thanked him for the cappuccino and went on my merry way.

Today I woke up with the worst headache in forever. Probably from drinking with my friends yesterday since it was Friday. I wanted a cappuccino but since it was the weekend I decided against it. Instead I went for another walk. Walking around I see the fall trees changing colors. Red, yellow, and orange around me reminding me of my childhood. Days filled with no such worrying about life and only with how to have fun.

Oh, Monday morning why do you have to exist, feeling the dread I felt like I will need a good cup of cappuccino. The quiet barista was out today, so the cappuccino didn’t have the special taste to it. Pouting a bit when I tasted it, the barista working ask “Is there a problem miss.” Realizing what I was doing I shake out of it and replies “Oh no, it just that, it tastes different from my usual cappuccino, but this is fine.” Not wanting to bother the barista I thank him and left.

The cappuccino lingers in my head, what did he do to it to make it different I thought. I mean he does it the same way as they all did it but why is his different. My boss saw me lost in thought quietly reprimanded me and I got back to work leaving the thoughts behind.

The next day I check to see if he was there, and to my delight he was. I order my usual and again to my delight it has the special flavor. I almost jump up in excitement but luckily stopped myself. Before leaving I ask John “What did you add to make this cappuccino so good?”

John who doesn’t usually show emotions, gave me a weird look. Before he could answer I saw the clock and said “Oh shoot, I might be late if I don’t get going. Answer me tomorrow ok,” as I rushed out the door.

The next day I went in earlier than I usually go so that I could get an answer this time. John again made my cup of cappuccino, and I tasted it. Same great flavor that I adore, “So what is the secret ingredient?”

He blushes and said “Love.”