. . . coffee.
You have been a good friend, steadfast and there through many hard times.
I remember first meeting you when I as young, even when you were still forbidden tome for unknown medical reasons like a swollen head or sudden combustion. You were so precariously balanced on the kitchen sink in your lovely coffee pot home when I poured you out and sipped slowly on your black, pungent soul. You terrified me. You were bitter.
I learned to love you though, at first only to feel more grown up and fit in with the older kids I hung out with, and then later for your buzz.
Ahh, your buzz.
If there's one thing I will miss about you it would be that.
You could wake me up from my dreary sleep with your lovely wafting aroma drifting to my head-under-the-pillow stupor and clearing it all away. You were fabulous.
You even enhanced my "coolness" factor when I'd walk into class my hand wrapped around a Starbucks frap acting like I drank one of these every day, but in reality I just brewed some black and guzzled it.
You made me friends, even, and helped me get my best friend hooked on your adulterous taste-tingling seduction.
Goodbye, dear friend.
You will be sorely missed.