A Love Letter

A Love Letter

Abigail Prucha, Staff Writer

Coffee,

I don’t know if I could live without you. You have my heart. You are my love. The number of personalities you have marvels me. The number of ways you can be dressed up. The number of times I desire to have you could be heavily deleterious, but what do I care? I mean bathe me in your coatings for all I care, you are a part of me. You run through my veins. You are the first thing I think of when I wake. You are the last thing I think of when I fall into slumber. You are everything I need. The day that I lose you, is the day that I die. The day my soul is deceased. The day all hell breaks loose. 

-Your dearest love