This was just my cup of coffee!!
"Hope looks like ivory sheets and stacks of paint cans and two pair of shoes next to the bed. It sounds like rustling bedcovers and murmured endearments. Hope tastes like skin and soap and victory and coffee.
And I can say now with absolute cetaintly that hope does come in a paper cup and smells an awful lot like a vanilla latte to go."
The non-communicating and the insecurities drove me somewhat crazy, but overall a sweet, short read.
It was a shame it ended quite abrubtly!!