You said that our friendship was just like the coffee in our hands .I disagreed.The black coffee tasted like Chinese traditional medicine,I would never like it..You just smiled and asked me to close my eyes and drink it .Though I did be full of confusion and unwillingness,I drank it.After that,I swore that I would not drink that kind of thing again .Then you picked out something out of your pocket and put them into my cup.Something different happened .I could enjoy the pleasant smell of milke and suger.Faced with my surprising look ,you said nothing but just smiled .The next day I left for another province .

We were both with our study and neither you nor I called each other .Time flew without awareness and this time both of us are in universities .It seems that we have forgotten each other .Your phone never rang because of me and mine never rang because of you ,but when I passed by a small coffee shop ,my heart shock .What a familiar smell that was !So I stopped and walked into the shop and finally come out with a cup of black coffee.

I closed my eyes and tasted it slowly .Oh! It was our coffee .All the things that happened in the past days appeared in my mind one by one .

Oh! I knew ,friend, I really knew what you meant .Tears dropped from my eyes .Our friendship is the black coffee, it doesn’t taste good when you drink it but its faint smell reminded in our heart forever.The sugared and milked coffee tasted perfect but it has lost the coffee’s smell.

I picked out my cellphone and dailed your familiar and strange number but `````````

“Sorry ,the number you dialed has been stopped serving .”

Oh !Friend ,do you know where our coffee is ?Do time and distance take our friendship away?