Dear Coffee,
Our friendship started back in high school when we occasionally met on weekday mornings and a few causal meetings on the weekends while I chatted with friends. You were the taste of leisure time with good friends and family, but this all changed when I got to college and our friendship turned into a serious relationship (some may even refer to it as a dependent relationship).
I was always told that I would lose sleep in college, but I never actually knew how many of my nights would consist of me dozing off in the library trying to get one last math problem done before my morning class. I would lean on you for support and energy, and not once did you let me down.
You have helped me conquer things that I never thought possible, and for that, I thank you. Without you, I would have never been able to finish that psychology paper that was due at midnight (which I submitted it at 11:56 p.m.). Or those nights during finals week when my blood was pure coffee, and when people asked me how much sleep I’d gotten, I didn't even know (but don’t worry, I could tell them how many cups of coffee I had).
Don’t even get me started on those 8 a.m.s, which wouldn’t be possible if it wasn’t for you. But those days when my roommate would wake up before me, and make her own coffee -- now, those were some of the best days. You would gently wake me up as I got a delicious whiff of your smooth brew, and I jump right out of bed, excited to start my day with my own huge cup o' Joe.
I have spilt you too many times to count, and I am extremely sorry for every time I have let you down. You always seem to forgive me, even though I drop you all over the kitchen counter, down the front of my shirt, or all over my homework. I am forever indebted to you.
In the end, I think the best moments we have had together were weekend mornings, cuddled up on the couch with a blanket while you tried to cure me of a hangover. The smell of you would instantly get rid of my headache on a Sunday morning, and start me off on a long day of watching football and doing homework. The second you touch my lips on any given day feels like a warm hug that no one can replicate, nor would I want anyone else to hug me like you do. You’ve always been a trustworthy friend, someone I could never possibly let go of in my life. I can lean on you when I need to get important tasks done, or even if I want to stay up to binge watch something good on Netflix.
With much love,
College Students Everywhere.
