Addicted. Infatuated. Obsessed.
The thought of having you excites me. Your scent brings joy to my senses. And your taste, oh, your taste! Simply drives me crazy. The moment I open my eyes, you’re the first thing that enters my mind and as I go on my day, I have to have you several more times. It doesn’t matter when or where, or the price I have to pay, just as long as I have you, that's okay.
I’m addicted. I’m infatuated. I’m obsessed.
With coffee.
Monday, January 15, 2007
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