The resilience of love

At lunch today, I gave my latte the usual swirl with the spoon, mercilessly destroying any pattern on the foam, before sipping away.

I was halfway through drinking when I noticed that the heart shape was still visible on the surface of the foam!


I continued drinking, though by this stage I admit I was actively trying to preserve the heart.


And preserve it I did, even after all the liquid had disappeared down my belly.

A sign of the resilience of love, perhaps?