[ WP ] Write a heartfelt love letter to coffee .

Hey you. 
 
 Wow, I ca n't believe I'm actually writing this; that we are actually here. It seems like just yesterday we met in Mr. Betzler's 8am Acting class. How fast seven years has gone by! You know, even before I met you, I was attracted to you. I know that stalker-ish this will sound, but it was your smell that first drew me to you. I always knew when I had entered a room that you were in by your smell. My god, how delectable your scent is! To this day, there is nothing in this world quite like it. It smells like the sweetest hints of home and the biggest breath of hope. That's how you caught me. That's how you first drew my interest. It's strange, the way things play out is n't it? Who would've guessed that we would be here after all this time? 
 
 I remember when we finally had our first meeting. I was tired and groggy from work the night before, while you were fresh and full of energy. The professor told us to do whatever we needed to get warmed up and ready for class and for me that meant coming to you. I decided that nothing else could get me prepared for an hour and half of improv and method acting than finally taking the plunge and introducing myself to you. I was so nervous. What if we did n't hit it off? What if I somehow did something wrong and let myself get burned? As I walked over to you, I remember seeing many of the other students coming back and borrowing some of your essence, too. You were so popular. I daresay that the First Family would disappear in irrelevence when cast in your shadow. Soon it was my turn to make your acquaintence. I approached you slowly, but surely and reached out my hand to grip yours. You were so warm - no, hot. You were hot. It make me flinch a little, but I was determined now. Hell, I had come this far right? So I made my move and just let your heat envelop me. 
 
 How strong it was! A feeling and taste so strong that it took me aback! I had never experienced anything like it before and realized that maybe I had jumped in too soon, too fast. So I decided to try a little sweetness, a bit more of a smooth, creamy approach to meetig you than then nervous, rushed, abashed one I had started with. What a difference it made! Soon, we had really hit it off and I could n't get enough of you! I just kept coming back for more and more. I found myself purposefully seating myself as close to you as possible. I would arrive early to class just to see you! It was love. I had fallen in love with you. 
 
 Over time, we began meeting at other places outside of Mr. Betzler's green room. First at cafe's and restaurants then at my place. Looking back on it, our relationship progressed rather quickly. Quicker than any I had had before. I could n't get enough though: morning, noon, and night I wanted to have you around. You became the reason I could n't sleep at night and the only reason I made it up in the morning. As our bond grew stronger, so did our exploration of eachother. Sometimes I wanted the sweet you, the sickly sugary you. Other times, I wanted the bitter and bold you. I wanted the steamy, hot you and the cold, iced out you. I loved all of your sides, all that you had to offer. You offered adventure. You still do. You are magic, truly. 
 
 Then there are the days when I must go without you. Those days, they are the darkest of days. I have trouble pulling myself out of bed, getting dressed, doing anything. What does one do when her reason for living is gone? I become lethargic and moody. I have headaches and feel a constant shake in hands aching to hold you. Some people tell me that this is unhealthy, that I have become too dependent on you, but what do they know? They're just envious of our love. 
 However, after 7 years of love and laughs and traveling the world together, it has become clear that maybe those people were onto something... maybe, just maybe, we do need to spend a little more time apart. I have forgotten who I am without you. I ca n't remember what it's like to be truly alone. I almost ca n't believe that it's me writing these words. After all, if was you who made my last birthday so special. That is still the best cake I have ever had! You make everything better... but maybe by doing that you are making things worse. I need to be able to get by without your help and guidence. I should know how to make it through the day without constantly searching for you around every corner. It's not good for me. 
 
 I do n't know what this means for us. I do n't want us to go separate ways, but I think that maybe it's best to take a break. I want to be able to see you in the supermarket and smile at you fondly, but not feel compelled to touch you, hold you, and take you home. Please, try to understand. This is n't goodbye, it's see you later. 
 
 I love you, Coffee, and I always will. 
 
 Yours Truly, 
 S 

