I miss you coffee.
I miss your rich taste.
I miss the coffee pot you’re made in.
I miss the sound of your brew.
I miss the aroma of your scent swimming through my house in the morning.
Oh coffee.
How I miss you.
I miss choosing a cute cup of my choice to put you in every morning.
I miss sitting down with you in the morning in a quiet house, cuddled up in a blanket.
I miss the laughs we had when I would spill you down my shirt… Every. Morning. Without fail.
I miss the encouragement you give me to get the day started.
Oh coffee.
I love the different varieties you come in: iced or hot, milk or creamer, one lump or two.
I love that you are there morning, noon, and night and never judge me for having that 3rd, 4th, or 5th cup. You encourage me actually, with that sweet delicious taste.
Oh coffee, my coffee.
How I love thee.
I’ve been seeking you all over the world and haven’t found you.
I’ve been fooled into drinking instant coffee, canned coffee, coffee that I watched them make but didn’t ever actually see coffee go into the cup. I’ve been duped by the world every time I order.
I can’t do it anymore, coffee.
Ryan Gosling once said this to Rachel McAdams and now I’m saying it to you.
“I want you..all of you..forever..everyday..you and me.”
