(Written in the form of a letter)


Dear Companion,

It's always easier to say something in writing. I'm a bit nervous and my heart is beating through my chest as I think of the devastation that you may feel after hearing this truth that I have finally come to accept; I am having a love affair. At first it started off as just a friendly exchange. He was warm and comforting, extremely sweet at the time. Over the course of the next few years his sweetness faded away into a deep, rich intensity that I hate to admit... I loved it. Yes! I know, how could I have been so deceitful for years. I was in denial, I meant no harm. He became a source of relaxation, a beacon of hope in my otherwise tumultuous days. I would cry and he would listen as only he could. Like a teddy bear to a child, he was my rock.
Eventually I had to have him every day which turned into several times a day. I just couldn't have enough. I'm so sorry to be going into such detail but you need to know! He had friends you know, friends of all shapes and sizes. Some were so indulgent that it was practically obscene, others were short and to the point. The rest hid beneath layers and layers of superficial sweetness...and they had the nerve to call themselves friends. It just wasn't the same.
Here I am hopelessly addicted to his love, so many years later. All I have to ask now....is can I keep you both? I need you both. Call me selfish but I am hear to open up completely. I have my loves; you and coffee. Can we just be a family?

Love,

Yours