I still remember the first morning we woke up together. You were standing by the window, making coffee, wearing my old sweatshirt. I remember thinking that I could get used to that sight for the rest of my life. I never told you that. Maybe I should have. Because now, whenever I smell coffee in the morning, I think of you. It has been years, but some memories don't fade. They simply become quieter, waiting for an ordinary morning to bring them back.