Same date. Different year. Back in 2014, I was still in university. I remember taking this photo on one of my saddest days, just after a breakup. I ordered his favourite drink—a black coffee—even though I couldn't stand its bitterness. Today, I look at this photo differently. Somewhere along the way, black coffee became my favourite. Not because it reminds me of him, but because I finally understood its taste. And maybe it taught me something about life too. Not everything has to be sweet to be appreciated. You don't have to change yourself to be liked. The right people will recognize your worth, understand your depth, and value your presence just as you are. Same date. Different year. Different person.
Same date. Different year. Back in 2014, I was still in university. I remember taking this photo on one of my saddest days, just after a breakup. I ordered his favourite drink—a black coffee—even though I couldn't stand its bitterness. Today, I look at this photo differently. Somewhere along the way, black coffee became my favourite. Not because it reminds me of him, but because I finally understood its taste. And maybe it taught me something about life too. Not everything has to be sweet to be appreciated. You don't have to change yourself to be liked. The right people will recognize your worth, understand your depth, and value your presence just as you are. Same date. Different year. Different person.