thirtyseven

"You asked me once, in an exasperated sigh, if I believed in anything at all, and I replied with something cynical and funny and we laughed."

The coffee burned a little bit, not enough cream.

"It's been a while, or long enough at least, and I think you've seen what I meant, and why I said it."

I don't even so much like coffee.

"And now, I still have the same answer but I don't think it's as funny anymore."