It’s kind of crazy how many years we’ve been in a relationship.
When did it first start? 16 years ago? 15?
Who can keep count?
I don’t remember when I first met you, obviously,
but the years have been good to us.
You’ve seen me at my worst and supported me at my best.
Your true body and depth knows no bounds,
and I thank the gods every day that I am able to be with you.
You are so dependable and kind, even when you aren’t at your best.
There are times when you’ve seemed bitter or even weak, but I know that’s because you didn’t have time to fully connect with your own ambitions.
Time is necessary, you and I both know that.
That’s okay, we’ve all been there.
It doesn’t matter, you are my true soulmate, and I love you.
Coffee, you and I are meant to be.
And we will continue to be, until the end of time.
Or until I get incredibly bad heartburn.