I Have Venti Size Love For You, Starbucks


Dear Starbucks,

I pull up to you small but quite shop. My morning has been so bad and all I wanted to do this morning was to put your hot, creamy, black liquid inside me. I had to tell my wife I was heading to the grocery store. I hate to lie to her but she does not understand our wild love affair. She will never understand our burning passion for one another.

I walk up to the counter and a gaze at you mighty variety of sweet and warm treats. One of your nice workers greet me and ask me what they can get started for me this morning. My mind is saying skinny vanilla late but I feel like being a bad boy this morning and getting a black and white mocha. I order my drink and sit there and wait while breathing in the amazing aroma of your coffee awesomeness. I suddenly forget the stress of being a husband and father. I remember our other times we had together. How you always helped me with so many blog entries and early morning meetings. You have been such a savior.

My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of my name being called. I rush to the counter and grab my warm cup of love that has been prepared just for me. I find a chair. The perfect chair. Its oversized, dark red, and feels like it was specially made for my ass. So I sit there listening to your infinite playlist of mellow tunes while sipping on your warm chocolate and coffee goodness. I fall into a coma of relaxation thinking of nothing but sitting in a log cabin being warmed by nothing but a cup of your amazing coffee and a small fire. Snow falling outside with just a hint of a wind chill coming in through the cracks of the window frame. The mind numbing indie music playing as I attempt to hum along when…….

My fantasy is interrupted by the sound of my cell phone. I look down at the new text from my wife asking me where have I been for the past two hours. I reply that I am on the way home. I get up and finish your sweet coffee and walk out the door back to my life of chaos knowing that our love affair will never end as long as you are in driving distance from the my house. Thanks again for not telling anyone. They would never understand our love.


(Starbucks Addict)

Author: tfun2662

I am 30 something year old and I love to write about everything!

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