[ WP ] Write a heartfelt love letter to coffee .

Coffee, 
 
 I admit I struggled in the beginning. Your appearance was dark and ominous compared to others I had before. You were bitter and you made me uncomfortable and anxious. In honesty, we would not have the relationship we enjoy today if it were not for adulthood. I do not know if it was the necessities of being older that brought you back into my life or if it was the external pressures of becoming a man. Nevertheless you returned to my life and in time I grew to love you. 
 
 I was a careless student in college. I often did not attend class and pushed my studies until the eleventh hour. Where my friends and classmates were unwilling to aid me in my hastened learning late into the night, you were there at my side as I worked until dawn's light shined upon the small red cup that contained you. 
 
 My penchant for procrastination was quickly lost when I joined the workforce. Those occasional nights of fervor from my college days became a daily occurrence as I worked as an editor for my local newspaper. I do n't believe I would have made it through that period of my life without you. And when I published my first novel, much to everyone's surprise, I knew that I owed you a debt. You cured my fatigue. You invigorated me when I believed myself to be spent. 
 
 By the time I became a father, you had already become a staple in my life. But I took a new found pleasure of sipping from you before my son and the face he made ( surely no different from mine at that age ) when he first tasted you. There'd be times, as I put the mug to my lips, I'd catch him watching me from the corner of his eye, across the dining room table, or from behind a book he was reading. He'd look at me with a quiet respect that gave me the kind of joy that only fathers can receive from their sons. 
 
 My son is older now. He works as an engineer for a big corporation. He says his hours are long but he is happy. He has undoubtedly formed his own relationship with you and I appreciate your help in his endeavors. 
 
 He lives in a city on the other side of the state and he visits me as often as he can, which is not very often because of his work. His mother passed some years ago and my house is often quiet. I spend my time on books and television and long walks through old memories. There are times when I try to write again, but my mind is not what it once was. However every now and then, after I've indulged in you, there are moments where the cobwebs of my psyche dissipate and new thoughts and ideas spring forth and I feel that I am young once more. 
 
 Thank you.
