Dear Coffee

My Dearest Coffee,
Hello. I love you.
I love you more than I love tea. Tea is weak and delicate and decidedly un-American. You are strong and bold and cowboys drink you while they clean their guns.
You are what gets me up in the morning. Well, specifically, this morning it was you and the dog barfing, but usually it's just you.
You've gotten me through some really rough patches. I remember this one time when I was sleepy, and I wasn't sure what I was going to do. You woke me up! I was alert for like 20 minutes!
Or the time I was kind of cold; remember how you warmed me up? Without your intervention I would have needed a coat or a blanket or a cup of hot (shudder) tea.
Yours