I once fell in love with a man who was in love with his books and his quaint, little coffee shops.

And when I poured out my heart, he poured black coffee into my cup 

and told me to wake up.

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Now everytime I see a guy with that same ridiculous mustache

and that familiar smile

--the one where it looks like you know something I don't--

I want to scoff at myself for obviously not forgetting the little things

that made me fall for you.