Friday, August 03, 2007

Coffee

Dear Coffee:

I love you. I’ve always loved you, and I probably always will. In fact, I don’t just love you, I long for you. I YEARN for you.

I know—I know!—we’ve known each other so long; I really should have told you sooner. I don’t know what held me back. Maybe it’s just… well, I love you so much, I guess I was just afraid that the feelings would be one-sided. But I can’t hold it in any longer—I want to shout it from the rooftops! “I love Coffee!”

I spend all of my afternoons thinking about you. I’m only happy when I have you in my hands—by the time you’re in my tummy, I’m already longing for the next time I can hold you, touch you, sip you.

I just… I…


Hmm.

You know what? There is a very good chance that I’ve been working too hard, lately, and I’m slowly going crazy. I think work has broken my brain.

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