I
started drinking tea when i was 20 and god knows i drink a lot of it.
One liter in the morning and then some in the afternoon, depending.
When i used to be in Mexico, it had become a ritual with a colleague
of mine and myself to drink cups and cups of tea all day long. He
couldn't handle drinking coffee any longer and i was only too happy to
oblige and accompany him on his tea drinking.
When i
was a student, i always enjoyed drinking tea in the afternoon, or
before going to bed. Even when i was younger, it was part of a ritual
at my aunt's, to have a cup of chamomile tea before bed.
So tea
goes a long way back in my life.
And a
few days ago, my man offered me tea after dinner. I was so pleasantly
surprised that i said yes, of course. There is something sacred about
drinking tea. Even if it's in a Homer Simpson mug :/
He's
been making me tea after every meal ever since. It's been 3 days
already. I feel special. I know it sounds stupid but i really do. Not
only is he cooking for me every single day of the week (lunch and
dinner) but he's making me breakfast as well and now, he's also
making me tea.
One
thing is certain ... he's a keeper.
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