My Rooibos

Everything reminds me of something or someone. It is difficult to suppress memories, because I am an average person. This is life anyway. And it is good to be able to remember.
I have bought rooibos tea at the small shop near my work on the day I've bought Monopoly board game. I had a little nice chat with a cute boy who works at the shop. He has marvelous handwriting. I have promised him that I will come back. I plan to buy oolong tea at his shop.
I have bought rooibos because one girl at the Academy told me it was her favorite tea. In the evening of the day I had bought this tea I met with her boyfriend and learned that they had broken up. We had fondue and drank a bottle of white wine. This evening was one of the best evenings of this summer. He was so beautiful that night, so strong and powerful. I slept in his arms and felt like a little girl, who is yet to learn what life is.
On that evening we drank rooibos, too. We both liked it.
The boy, whom I tried to convince to be with me this summer, said that he does not like that tealeafs are drifting on the surface of rooibos tea.
I am drinking it now. The scent of its brewing is something special - and this tea is something special for me.