Dear Coffee,

You and I have known each other for a long time so I won’t be coy.

I love you.

I remember when we first met, all those years ago. My first impression of you was a bitter one. I was confused as to why, despite everyone raving how hot  you were, you didn’t hold the same appeal to me.   Perhaps it was the coffee shop in which we met. Perhaps it was the fact that you burned me the first time you touched my lips. Whatever the reason, it wasn’t love at first sight (even though you made my heart race after only a few minutes).

Now, of course, I know better.  Now, I confess , I can’t live without you. You are the first thing I think of in the morning.  I love the warm way you feel in my hand.  Your scent is so distinct and comforting.