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Salty Coffee

[1 April 2009 | 0 Comments | ]
Posted by Eric Santillan

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He met her on a party, she was so out­stand­ing, many guys were chas­ing after her, while he was so nor­mal, nobody paid atten­tion to him. At the end of the party, he invited her to have cof­fee with him.she was sur­prised, but as he was polite, she promised. They sat in a nice cof­fee shop, he was too ner­vous to say any­thing, She felt uncom­fort­able, she thought, “please, let me back home”.

Sud­denly he asked the waiter: would you please give me some salt? I’d ike to put it in my cof­fee. Every­body stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but still, he put the salt in his cof­fee and drank it. She asked him curi­ously: why you have this hobby?

He replied: when I was a lit­tle boy, I was liv­ing near the sea, I liked play­ing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, salty and bite, just like the taste of the salty cof­fee. Now every time I have the salty cof­fee, I always think of my child­hood, think of my home­town, I miss my home­town so much, I miss my par­ents who are still liv­ing there. While say­ing that, tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched. That’s his true feeling,from the bot­tom of his heart. A man who can tell out his home­sick, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has respon­si­bil­ity of home..

Then she also started to speak, spoke about her far away home­town, her child­hood, her fam­ily. That was a really nice talk, also a beau­ti­ful begin­ning of their story.

They con­tin­ued to date. She found actu­ally he was a man who meets all her demands: he had tol­er­ance, was kind hearted, warm, careful…he was such a good per­son but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty cof­fee! Then the story was just like every beau­ti­ful love story: the princess mar­ried to the prince, then they were liv­ing the happy life… And, every time she made cof­fee for him, she put some salt in the cof­fee, as she knew that’s the way he liked it.

After 40 years, he passed away, left her a let­ter which said: “My dear­est, please for­give me, for­give my whole life lie. This was the only lie I said to you—-the salty cof­fee. Remem­ber the first time we dated? I was so ner­vous at that time, actu­ally I wanted some sugar, but I said salt. It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our com­mu­ni­ca­tion! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for any­thing. Now I’m dying, I afraid of noth­ing so I tell you the truth: I don’t like the salty cof­fee, what a strange bad taste. But I have the salty cof­fee for my whole life since I knew you, I never feel sorry for any­thing I do for you. Hav­ing you with me is my biggest hap­pi­ness for my whole life. If I can live for the sec­ond time, I still want to know you and have you for my whole life, even though I have to drink the salty cof­fee again.”

Her tears made the let­ter totally wet. Some­day, some­one asked her: what’s the taste of salty cof­fee? It’s sweet. She replied.

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