Dear coffee:

Thank you for being a comfort, a joy and the main reason I can pull myself out of bed each morning. Your aroma is permanently impressed into my soul, and I genuinely feel as if I cannot live without you. You’re like a drug, and you manage to pull me every time.

Whether you’re from Starbucks, Dunkin’ Donuts or my personal Keurig, you never disappoint. You always seem to pick me up when I’m feeling down – whether I’m moody, ill or chipper, you always invite me in with your smell, warmth and spice.

I love and appreciate you in any form – iced, hot or blended. You match anything and everything, and you never cease to provide me with energy when I’m dragging. I love when you sit in my favorite mug, the one that just fits in my hand perfectly, and I can hold you and let the warmth radiate through my entire body.

Thank you for existing – you’re the best. I guess Lorelai Gilmore said it best when she said “I need coffee in an I.V.,” or “I can’t stop drinking the coffee. I stop drinking coffee, I stop doing the standing.”