𝓐 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 ☕

The smell of coffee carries so many memories.

It always took me back somewhere.

For a very long time, whenever I'd smell it, I'd be taken back to a family friend's house where we would go during some summers when I was a kid. That was a beautiful and very odd house. The vivid flashbacks would be colorful and happy—even noisy from our laughter.

It was during my college years that I started drinking coffee myself during project season. Since it was mainly instant coffee, the smell wasn't as powerful, so I'm hardly ever taken back to those ridiculously early, pre-exam mornings.

I guess because I'd never been a regular coffee drinker, its smell kept building memories around times shared with others. Holidays where friends would be brewing their morning cuppa. Early starts at work, sharing laughs and complaints with colleagues. Melancholic or nostalgic memories from past loves. Even that exact morning years ago when coffee smelled like just coffee and nothing else.

Sometimes I think I may be weird, but I choose to believe it's beautiful how something so common can evoke so much.

The smell of coffee still builds so many memories today, and reminds me of the richness of shared moments in my life.

𝓙𝓪𝔂 𝓓𝓪𝓾 '²⁴

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