Words cannot espresso how much you have come to bean to me. Over the years you have been a true friend – loyal and loving, always offering warmth, comfort and understanding. Especially at ungodly hours like 7 am when my snooze alarm is usually hell bent on ruining the day before it’s even begun! But you, you wake me up so nice and kind, offering nothing but support. What can I say? It is your daily grind that gets me through mine!
You know, as writers we tend to be a little morose. Darkness is an old friend. Then you come along and offer up a different kind of darkness – fragrant beans strained and poured through into a steaming cuppa of good old Joe. Could you be any more selfless? And more importantly, delicious?
Writers also tend to have a latte on our minds. That’s just the way we roll unfortunately. But that is also why we love you so much, dear coffee. Because you cheer us right up, put a little swing into our step, and clear the cobwebs in our mind so a days worth of work can begin.
As for people who spill their coffee, or waste whole mugs. What do you think is Sumatra with them? I mean I’m all for a heated debate on most things, but when it comes to good coffee and unappreciative people, I prefer to simply express distain.
Everybody and everything deserves a fair shot. And I think if people looked you up and down carefully, the way I do, and made a fair assessment, they too would find in you, a wonderful friend.
As for conversation – everyone knows the best kind happen over steaming cups of brew. And the most romantic kind, are often meant to bean.
In closing therefore, let me just come clean: “I like big mugs, and I cannot lie. But I also think that the mug life chose me. And for that, I am and will always be, eternally in your debt.”
Yours, With Love (what else could it be?)
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