“Oh, coffee mug. Oh, coffee mug,” I sing as a parody of “Oh, Christmas Tree” every morning as I reach to pour my first cup of steaming coffee for the day. You've been there for me through everything, and I cherish you more than you'll ever understand. Our relationship has been inexplicably open at times, with my mug collection ever growing, but I need you to know one thing: I'll always come back to you.

You're my rock. You give me the energy and strength I need just to get through the day. I turn to you in my darkest moments for reassurance to continue moving forward. You're there every somnolent morning, and you're there every sleepless night. You even stuck by my side through sickness. But like true friends, our relationship hasn't been without quarrels.

Our quarrels have been messy. They've left stains on our relationship, but I take the blame for them. I wasn't always the best; I sometimes let you fall. Falling left a crack in you, but it's nothing we can't work through together. You're magic, after all, containing a potion made from beans that grants people energy and whatnot.

Your resourcefulness is unmatched. You hold coffee perfectly, but you're not afraid to branch out and try new things and that's what I love about you. You're an expert on hot cocoa on chilly winter days, and you don't shy away from cold drinks either. You've even mingled in food, either as a vessel for soup or for the reheating of leftovers.

Our closeness is unmatched. You've seen me mature and become the person I am today. You knew me in high school and experienced all of my charming endeavors. You went to work with me and watched me gain experience. And now we're adulting together at college.

We're basically the equivalent of Rachel Berry and her headband on Glee.