“This is so beautiful,” I whisper, my voice nearly lost in the quiet hum of morning. My heart aches at the thought that this perfect hush—this soft glow and the rich scent of coffee—might slip away, dissolving into nothing more than a daydream.
It would be such a pity if this moment would fade into a memory. I want to hold it close, press it against my chest like a keepsake, and carry it with me forever.
“This is so beautiful,” I whisper, my voice nearly lost in the quiet hum of morning. My heart aches at the thought that this perfect hush—this soft glow and the rich scent of coffee—might slip away, dissolving into nothing more than a daydream.
It would be such a pity if this moment would fade into a memory. I want to hold it close, press it against my chest like a keepsake, and carry it with me forever.