A Love Letter (With A Side Of Coffee)
To my best friend, my partner, the love of my life, Through calm and through chaos, through joy and through strife. We’ve built something solid, unshaken, unscarred— But let’s stop arguing about coffee. It’s really not that hard.
We know each other deeper than words can ever say, How your moods shift with the clouds, how mine brighten your day. We’ve memorized each heartbeat, each glance, every grin— But babe, when we’re hangry, nobody can win.
I know just how you like your cup—strong and piping hot, And you know I’ll add too much cream whether you like it or not. But we’ve danced this dance for years now, round and round again, So why fight about caffeine when we know we’re both the same?
We’re not going anywhere, that’s the beautiful truth, Through seasons and storms, through lost socks and misplaced youth. Our squabbles are just echoes in a house built with care— But seriously, let’s not argue when we both need a snack and a chair.
You’re my safe place, my laughter, my calm after the rain, The one who makes me smile when life’s driving me insane. So let’s skip the petty squabbles, the sighs, the dramatic flair— Because at the end of the day, I just want you there.
We’re more than the sum of our coffee debates, More than the mornings we’re running late. So here’s to us—our love, our laughs, our ride— And maybe… just maybe, I’ll let you decide. (But don’t mess up my coffee, okay?)
Seriously though—how hard can it be, To agree on how much coffee to brew for you and me? It’s just beans and water—simple math, my dear— Yet somehow it’s the biggest debate of the year.
Remember the time with the garlic in the pan, You swore it was fine—but babe, it was burnt to sand! And what about the shelf—yes, that shelf— I said it was level, but it’s lying to itself.
Yet here we are, nearly thirteen years strong, Still laughing, still loving, still singing the same song. We bicker, we banter, but it’s always light-hearted, Because no silly spat has ever left us parted.
So here’s to the beans, the garlic, the shelves askew, To every tiny quarrel we’ll always laugh through. Because, my love, in this life’s chaotic art, It’s these little moments that hold the biggest part.
And if we’re being honest—you always win, But don’t let it go to your head, my darling twin. I’ll let you have the beans, the shelves, the pan… But I’ll always have your heart—that was my plan.
