It was just a mug..... but so much more. It came with the finality that only parting gifts can.
I wanted you to come to California with me. And I wanted you to want it too.
At first it hurt to look at. A painful reminder of that magical summer month before i left college, and everything was about to vhange.
i thought of you every time i poured an herbal tea, through the years as I slowly gave in to caffeine, and gave up on the idea of us.
Through several girlfriends since, through my time in Germany, elsewhere,
and now in NYC, the mug remains. I;m now abit older, a with a little less hair, a little more experience, and a new love in my life.
The mug is the same, and yet it is different.
it reminds me of a boy i used to know.
it has been a decade of tea, sometimes novelty,
sometines su btlety, always honest.
now when i looked at the mug, i smile.
I know how lucky i am to have somebody elses mug. and someday soon,
it will belong to another me as well.