Hot, cold, or mild…

A hot cup of coffee, where the bitterness gently melts away in a warm mouthfeel, soothing and mild. A hint of creamy milk or the faint sweetness of sugar… all mingling with the aroma to bring delight.
An iced coffee, where the bitterness tightens, the sweetness deepens, cool and crisp… the clinking ice cubes against the glass, a soft layer of froth. The aroma is compressed, so you sip small amounts for the fragrance to slowly unfold.
That’s the pleasure of drinking coffee.
You might drink it hot or cold, but surely no one wants lukewarm coffee, when the aroma fades, bitterness turns awkward, the taste slips away, and sweetness feels pitiful…
That’s how we love!
It can be passionate every second, or like dying for each other, like losing yourself in the whole world, forgetting time. It can be gentle and warm, a burning longing, a thirstful wait, living to love and loving to feel reborn and exist. It can hurt but still feel burning passion; in impermanence, you find meaning… Like a truly hot cup of coffee.
And when love is gone, that’s liberation, a memory everyone carries like a personal history, without blame or resentment. You can walk away calmly like strangers, because when you loved, you gave everything to each other… Like an iced coffee with little milk and little sugar.
But love cannot be lukewarm, faint, or faded. Letting go is regretful, holding on is pointless. It’s like an old pair of slippers you’re reluctant to replace, or a worn-out shirt you don’t like but keep wearing out of habit… A cup of cold coffee, bitterness and sweetness settled at the bottom, a thin layer of watery liquid on top, stirring forever but no flavor remains…
So,
Warm up your coffee with lots of passion!
Stay or leave!
Don’t waste a cup of cold coffee!