“Stop putting metaphors in my coffee”

"I would rather that you remember me as a cappuccino on a snowy morning. When you're curled up in your chair by the window, watching the fat snowflakes dance to the asphalt, a book of Poe's poetry sprawled open on your lap next to your own leather journal marked with lipstick and inky fingerprints, and your morning coffee pressed to your sweet smile. Remember me when the foam sticks to your upper lip, and makes you laugh quietly to yourself knowing I would take the opportunity to kiss you and make you mine in that very chair with the curtains wide open to the city streets below. Remember me as your morning coffee, with a little baileys just for fun, and I'll be home before you know it."