Dear Coffee Boy,

It's been a ten since our last letter.

It's been a ten years since you worked at Starbucks.

You work in the big law firm downtown now.

We got a new house. I love it. The color reminds me of your beautiful brown eyes.

I don't need to put the letters under the sugar packet box at Starbucks anymore.

I put them under your favorite coffee mug now.

I know you find them. I see you reading them at night when you think I'm asleep.

But how can I sleep with a baby in my stomach?

Love,
Alice