I like coffee and chocolate more than I like myself. The mug warms my palms when nothing else will. The chocolate melts slow and honest, the kind of small truth that doesn’t ask for anything in return. I take tiny bites of both and pretend the sweetness is a compliment I can keep. For a minute the world softens—no loud demands, no mirrors asking questions. Maybe one day I’ll learn to like me the same way I like those little comforts. Until then, I’ll sip, I’ll savor, and I’ll tell myself it’s truly enough. =3
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