You are the first thing I think about when I wake up. I can hear you calling my name, allowing the day ahead to be possible. I run to you, crawl to you, but most often skip to you. Filled with joy about what I'm about to consume. You're always there to pick me up, and for that I am eternally grateful.
The variety of ways to enjoy you are endless. Whether it be iced, in a cafe au lait, or in espresso form with a latte or cappuccino, maybe even a macchiato or a red eye. Have it be the most complicated drink or just a black cup of joe, you are delectable in your entirety. Even your aroma can feel a room, making even the coldest of spaces feel like home. The many different roasts you come in or the different ways you must be ground for each machine, it all adds to your character. Making you an intricate and amazing part of everyday life.
Many tell me that this relationship is unhealthy; but how can I part from something that makes me feel complete? Your taste is something I can enjoy morning, noon, or night. Each cup bringing me the same amount of satisfaction as the one before. The taste and feeling that you supply never disappoint. I can drink you snuggled up on my couch or if I'm out running a thousand errands. Yet, you never complain. You just sit in the cup remaining perfect and delicious.
Thank you of being you. For being reliable, getting me motivated when it seems impossible, but most of all for going down so smooth and making me want more every time. You are bold and beautiful; and that is why I love you.
Love always,
A Coffee Addict
