Dear Coffee,
It’s OK. I forgive you for hopping out of your cup and onto BOTH the white shirts I’m wearing today, first thing in the morning so I have to walk around all day with three faint splotches of coffee on my chest.
I know you didn’t mean it. You’re just enthusiastic, and I love that about you. I wish more things were that eager to get inside me.
Though, for future reference, you don’t have to do it on my chest. I will happily swallow you, then beg for more. But if that’s what you need, you do you, my love.
All is forgiven, for you are my one true savior.
Love,
Smug
Smug Singleton 