He wouldn’t look at me in the eye, but it wasn’t his fault. When the highest in the hierarchy falls, they fall hard. But he did have a fair idea of what he was depriving me off. The guilt in his eyes was evident, he felt like a sinner, my sinner. I wanted to tell him that I didn’t blame him for my misfortune, but somewhere in my heart I did. So I just kept a silent word. It hurt somewhere deep, I dint show it, but it did. I felt betrayed to the core by someone I never thought would ever let me down. The feeling cut through me like a sharp blade, I was bleeding but no one could see. To another it would appear silly, but to me it meant life. And when I thought that nothing could get worst, I was asked to leave!! That, my dear friend, broke me completely, inside and outside. Never before had I faced such offensive rejection after a hurtful event. What I experienced that day was utmost disappointment and dismay along with excruciating heartache and pain, to go by the side. My loved ones said I was over reacting, but it felt so wrong. Some said I needed rehabilitation, but I wasn’t an addict. I was but a lover - true, loyal and honest.
And every true coffee lover will know how it feels to hear,
'I am sorry, but the Irish flavor is not available.'