Reminder: the coffee was terrible

I had a smile between two cups of coffee.

It was delicious.

I had a smile between two cups of coffee and i said to myself that this is what happiness must taste like, no doubt.

The coffee was made by me, but the smile was not.

The coffee was terrible, but the smile was sweet.

The coffee was mine, but the smile was not.

It was his.

He smiled lighter than anyone else.

He smiled as if he was happy.

He smiled as if he was genuinely excited to see me.

He smiled as if he really loved the coffee that i made.

Reminder: the coffee was terrible.

But somewhere in between my cup and his,

He gave me his own opinion about happiness.

And i genuinely loved it.