I am going to reveal something that has been my secret for many years, it is time I admitted about this private relationship. I believe we first met in about 1980 when I finally took up permanent residence in Australia, until that point I had been fairly set in my ways but one day something in me broke loose and I have never been the same again until today.
It happened in the early hours of a morning, not the usual time to start a partnership, it so took me by surprise, yet we have been friends ever since. I casual glance, a stirring, and intrepid move to make the connection and voila that was it, a love, a knowing, an appreciation, complete utter desire, a wanting a yearning, unquestionable thirst for more, one-touch on the lips and my hormones raced.
I have nursed this relationship for all these years sometimes we had a much-needed separation yet we would always come back together hungrier than the last. An uncontrollable need to be together. Why are these bonds so hard to break ? An addiction to connection a need, a desire so strong willpower it evaporates the desire unquenchable? I feel like a drug addict. Prior to this meeting life had been so much simpler.
Years have past and to this day we have shared a lot together. It is time for confession as everything is unraveling I feel it is in my best interest to be transparent about this secret lover.
Today I am announcing my divorce from this unhealthy partnership. This COVID has brought to light the necessity for self-reflection and honesty, I have carried shame for too long it is essential to release guilt and codependency.
Thank you you all for listening so I wave goodbye to the old bean and once again return to being faithful and say au revoir to that rich cream foamy frothy sexy Cappucino/ latte, macchiato, Americano, drip, french press, espresso and offer a peace offering to my teapot. I am so sorry I traded you for coffee. I am sure it was the result of the sexy Italian waiter he drew hearts in the foam on my first cup on that unforgettable morning in Florentino Restaurant in Collins Street Melbourne and served it with such a suave gesture I swear he infused his sex into the cup. That is where the romance began.
My cup overflowed with the mouthwatering aroma, from then on those rich dark exotic experiences would pave the way to seek the crème de la crème of the best coffee roasted bean.
Today, I am marrying my teapot and inviting others to join me at my ceremony. I am now officially uncaffeinated.
So long, my dear friend, you have served me well every morning for 30 years. Thank you from the bottom of my cup.