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The Salty Coffee February 15, 2007

Filed under: Stories — sarah @ 6:59 am

He met her on a party. She was so outstanding, had many guys chasing after her, while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him. She was surprised but due to politeness, she agreed.

They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything; she felt uncomfortable, she thought,  “Please let me backhome…” Suddenly he asked the waiter, “Would you please give me some salt? I’d like to put it in my coffee.”
Everybody stared at him, it was so strange! His face turned red but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it.

She asked him curiously: “Why do you have this strange taste?” He replied: “When I was a little boy, I was living near the sea, I liked playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, salty and bite, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there”. While saying that, tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched.

That were his true feelings, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell another how homesick he was, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility to his home.. Then she also started to speak, spoke about her far away hometown, her childhood, her family. That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning to their story.

They continued to date. She found actually he was a man who met all her demands: he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful…he was such a good person but she also missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee! Then the story was just like every beautiful love story: the princess married to the prince, then they were living the happy life… And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that’s the way he liked it.

After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said:
“My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie I said to you — the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually honey, I wanted some sugar, but I said salt. It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything. Now I’m dying, I am afraid of nothing anymore so I must tell you the truth: I don’t like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste. But I had the salty coffee my whole life since I knew you. Having you with me all these years was my biggest happiness and blessing. If I can live for the second time, I would want to know you and have you again as my life partner, even though I have to drink that salty coffee again.”

Reading this heart warming confession made her cry and unknown to her tears soaked the letter that was written for her.

One day, someone asked her, “What’s the taste of salty coffee?”

“It’s sweet,” she replied and looked away into the fading sunset.

“Sometimes you fell you know the person more than anybody else …but only to realize that your opinion or impression about them were not as what you had originally thought. Just like the above example, true love won in the end not hatred or resentment, and as a result of that sometimes salt tasted sweeter than sugar.”


“An eye for an eye will leave us all blind….” – M.L. King Jr.


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