Mocha and you

Beautiful sky and cool breeze, along with the gentle warmth of the sun and the beautiful, colorful flowers that bloom everywhere in winter – I believe that nature looks beautiful in every season, but I particularly love the winter season. I feel the sky looks more beautiful in winter, the sweet sunshine of winter is very lovely, and perhaps the flowers bloom most beautifully in this season. But the best thing is that this season is perfect for mocha coffee... Around me are trees with beautiful, shiny leaves, through which the sunlight is passing, and colorful flowers swaying in the breeze, and I have a mug of warm mocha coffee in my hand. The aroma emanating from it reminds me of someone, and the warmth of the steam makes me feel his presence... It's been three days since he went away for work, but these three days without him feel like three years... We worked in different offices, but we often met for work-related matters. I never thought something like this would happen to me. One day, after a group dinner, he simply said to me in front of everyone, "Listen, I like you a lot, and I don't intend to waste time dating, so would you like to marry me?" For some reason, I felt sad because of his behavior, or perhaps at that time I wasn't thinking about him in that way... I refused him that day, and he said to me, "It's okay, I'll keep trying until you like me." Saying this, he left. The next day when I went to the office, I found a mocha coffee on my desk along with a letter that read, "I truly want to try my best. I'm sure you'll agree, and please drink this; it's quite good, I made it myself. And since the weather is cold, hot coffee is good for your health." He had expressed his feelings in such simple words. I didn't particularly like coffee, but I drank it. The coffee had a bitterness with a layer of sweetness that was simply delicious. And now it had become a daily routine; a mocha coffee on my desk, sometimes with flowers or sometimes with a letter. He always made sure that I didn't feel uncomfortable or that he didn't hurt my feelings. I was happier with this way he was trying. This continued for several months, and then one day when I went to the office, there was no coffee on my desk.I didn't pay much attention to it at first, but I felt a strange longing inside me. I thought maybe I had become addicted to coffee, but when I drank coffee, I didn't like the taste. And today I realized that I had become addicted to the coffee he made. It's been 15 days now, but neither he nor his coffee has come, and my longing has intensified. I don't know what I'm feeling, but it's like I have no control over my emotions anymore. I went to his office on the pretext of work, where I learned that he had been very ill for a long time and hadn't taken any leave, which had worsened his condition. I asked his friends for his home address and, without thinking, I left for his house... I was standing outside his door, and it felt like a completely different world. Today I understood that the flowers he used to put on my desk weren't bought, but grown with love. There was a world of flowers and beautiful plants around his house. I never thought he had this side to him. I rang the doorbell, and the door opened. He was standing in front of me, wearing a white shirt, white trousers, and with his hair disheveled. Despite being ill, he looked very handsome. I couldn't take my eyes off his face... He asked me what was wrong. I said, "Nothing, I just heard you were unwell, so I came to see you." He asked if I came to check on his health or because I missed him. Interrupting him, I said, "No, nothing like that, I just came like this." We sat inside for a long time, and he asked me if I wanted to drink coffee. I said no, you rest, you're sick and alone. I'll clean your house a little. I was getting up to go when he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him. He said, "Stop, just sit here." He had been lying with his head on my shoulder for half an hour. I don't know why, but I felt a sense of peace. All of this felt good. After a while, he got up and said, "Let's have coffee," and he went to the kitchen. A little later, a wonderful aroma came from the kitchen, which gave me a sense of calm. It was mocha coffee. He brought the coffee a short time later, and the coffee he made seemed to quench the longing inside me. The sweetness mixed with the bitterness gave me peace, and a smile appeared on my face... After finishing my coffee, I told him I should leave, it was getting late, and I left. As soon as I stepped outside his house, I felt a strange pain, and it felt like I was losing myself. Without thinking, I went back inside his house. Seeing him sitting there on the sofa, tears welled up in my eyes. I just walked towards him and hugged him, and I blurted out, "Let's get married..." The happiness on his face felt like my own. Saying that, I felt like I had found something incredibly special and precious... And that's how mocha coffee became the flavor of my life.