To Coffee: A Love Letter

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Dear beautiful,

I’m at a loss for words when it comes to describing my feelings for you. There truly are not enough words in the English language. You make me feel like no other; you give me warmth, you give me life, and you wake up my tired eyes each morning. Your kiss is the driving factor behind getting out of bed.

If it wasn’t for you, I don’t know where I would be. My personality would be bitter, my mood would be sour, and my sarcasm would be ruthless. Without you, my days would be long and my breaks would be a bore. Without you, not a soul would dare speak to me or even look my way. You bring out the better side of me; you are my better half.

My favorite moments in life are the simple ones. My favorite moments in life are with you. The endless mornings spent hanging around the kitchen counter, waiting for you to be perfectly brewed. The number of mornings spent looking out the window, enjoying each and every sunrise with you. I cannot think of a single better way to start my day.

The winters are a special time for us; a time of true bonding. There is nothing I crave more than your warm embrace; to hold a warm cup on a cold winter’s day. There’s nothing quite like staring into your beautiful, dark abyss. There’s nothing quite like seeing the steam ripple off into the air. There’s something to be said about a steaming cup of coffee on a bitterly cold day. With each degree lower, my love for you rises.

You always surprise me; switching up your blends. Each day brings a new taste, be it Sumatran, Colombian or an Italian roast. You keep me on my feet. Will today be a french press day? A pour over day? Whatever it be, you always come looking your best. If you looked up the word “dashing,” you’d find a spitting image of you.

I can remember our first embrace like it was yesterday. I was only 15 years old and admired the inherent look of sophistication you provided. You gave me exactly what I needed–a way to grow up as fast as possible. A way to blend in with the adults sipping their drinks. A way to be the person I wanted to be.

With all that you do for me, I spend hours thinking of what I could do for you. But, there is simply no way to repay you for all of the selflessness you show me. I am forever indebted to you. You bring me everything I could possibly need to get through the mornings, and most importantly, you make life bearable.

Love,

Hannah

This was way too fun to write! See you soon.

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