You lift me up morning after morning, unselfishly, no matter what the day has in store.
You've never failed me, and for this, I thank you.
I may not have always blended you perfectly, but I can always depend on you to do your job without fail.
Even when I continuously make mistakes, you are still there for me. You KNOW I should've stopped at two Netflix episodes, but you're still with me before my 8 a.m. the next morning, because after five episodes, "Orange is the New Black" was STILL calling my name (I can't help it, it's just so riveting). I shouldn't have had that last glass of wine, but you're still there for me when I wake up without fail. You love me for who I am. You are reliable and steadfast.
I know that you're not perfect. I know that you're a stimulant, and I'm probably addicted to you, but it's OK. You're still my one and only. We've had our hardships, like a few weeks ago when I drank you on an empty stomach, or the time I accidentally had too much of you and felt like I was flying to class, but we moved past these things. We can get through anything together.
You gently nudged my eyes awake through monotone lectures and stayed by my side, cheering me on when I pulled those all-nighters during finals week. You've shown me what consistency means, because I know deep in my heart that, if I mix you with the perfect amount of cream and sugar, all will be well with my soul.
Thank you, coffee. You're my best friend, my soulmate, and I love you.
