Coffee Maker

I scroll through pictures you’ve texted me, hoping to find something that can spark writing about the betrayal.

Instead, I find the other side of the betrayal. Betrayal doesn’t hurt just because it’s cruel and mean. It hurts because it comes from someone you love, someone you thought loved you.

I keep finding pictures of the coffee maker.

You used to set the coffee maker at night and text me a picture of when it would brew.

Thank you.
(I miss you.)

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