To my dearest coffee,
You always have my back in the roughest of times. Whether it's 9:00 a.m., 4:00 p.m., or 2:00 a.m., if I need you, you're always there to give me that much needed rush of caffeine.
Light, medium, or dark, hazelnut, french vanilla, or caramel, iced or hot, you're beautiful in every strength, flavor, and temperature. And at this point, I don't care what variety you come to me, as long as you're in my body as soon as possible.
From the first sip, my body lets out a grateful, "Thank you." Every sip after that one puts a little more pep in my step, until I finish it, and I become a fully functioning human. You think I'm kidding, but without my coffee, I can't even form complete sentences properly, nor can I do math.
Coffee, you are a beautiful creation don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Anyone who doesn't believe in you just hasn't given you enough of a chance yet. You have the potential to change their mind, and once they have some really good coffee, they will understand. If not, just remember, "Haters gonna hate." You don't need anyone who doesn't realize your greatness, anyway.
You get me through every exam and late night study session, and you never let me down. Organic chemistry, American literature, Spanish, or Statistics, you don't discriminate, and with each subject you bring the same amount of energy. Without you, I would be nothing. I really owe my passing grades on exams to you.
Before you, I act like some sort of brainless creature that cannot even form complete sentences, but after you, I am more put together than Michelle Obama.
As I am writing this article, it's the end of exam week, and you know that very well. At this point, you run through my veins, and each beat of my heart sounds like cof-fee, cof-fee, cof-fee. So, as I finish my last exam, and am still able to function enough to pack and go home for break afterwards, I rely on you. You will get me through the packing and packing of the car, the four hour drive, and most importantly, make me look alive enough to greet my parents.
You get me through each midterm and final exam week as I stress for 120 hours straight, and for that, I love you.
Love,
Your Biggest Fan
