You are my life. Without you, there would be no way I could get up in the morning. Everything about you is just so wonderful. You warm me and make my heart beat faster.
Oh, caffeine. I love you so.
Coffee or tea are both equally enchanting. (I do, however, consider energy drinks your ugly cousin.) Your smell, your taste... the way you make me hyper enough to trip over my own feet and accidentally run into doors...
Okay, maybe I love that part a little less.
And the other less good part... when you spill. Because then I can't drink you! And that makes me sad. And it makes the person that I spilt you on even sadder. Although I don't know why, since then they smell good, just like you. Who wouldn't want to smell like coffee for the rest of the day? Like free perfume!
Really, he didn't have to be quite so mean about it. He knows I'm a klutz. (Let's face it, everybody from the postman I ran into with my bike to my grumpy neighbour whose flowerbed I fell into knows.) He should forgive me, and move on. (For some reason, my eyelash batting wasn't as effective... maybe it was because I wasn't wearing blue mascara?) After all, later I fell off a desk (doing an obstacle course, with my eyes closed, under your influence? BAD IDEA) and he laughed uproariously... shouldn't that have been payback enough? But no. He still refused to help me with physics.
I fear my heart might break.
Oh, dearest caffeine... I'll have to spend more time with you in order to console myself. (Crazy cat lady? Pfft, no. Try crazy coffee lady. Literally, because I start bouncing off walls...)