I am drinking McDonald's coffee with my own creamer and sugar. The aftertaste lingering on my tongue reminds me of how it was like to kiss Matt when he used to smoke cigarettes. Dark and slightly bitter. It felt so weird. Nostalgic almost as well. However, I do not miss the taste or sensation. He gave up smoking when I was pregnant with our first child more than four years ago. It was cool. I want him/us as healthy as possible for as long as possible. A breath of fresh air.