I remember too well the day we met, almost thirteen years ago, a cool morning, the sun high in the cloudless New York City sky. We were introduced by, of all people, an Ayurvedic doctor that I had only met 30 minutes before. He said we would be good for each other.
At first I was apprehensive, starting off this new relationship. Although we never met before, I was aware of them and my preconceptions were not positive. I assumed them to be, well, for lack of a better word, “bitter”. My doctor assured me that was not the case at all. And when we met for the first time, I was truly pleasantly surprised. They were, well, sweet. A little cold but I was assured that they could be warm. I grew fond of them in a way I never imagined I could ever. I loved their smell. Of all things. Their smell.
We have a relationship that is close, but the last four times we got together, they made me, well for lack of a better word again, sick. Literally nauseous. When I was finished with our last rendezvous, I barely could finish our time together. I felt to throw up.
I tried to think of why this sudden change. We were always good together, but something changed and I wonder now if I need to end this relationship. It would be hard because I literally love them. But my body is telling something is not right.
So now that my love has turned my stomach, it looks like regrettably I will have to give up my regular Starbucks’ lattes.