I don't know any easy way to say this, so I'm just going to come out with it. I'm breaking up with you. It's over between us.
I thought we would be together forever. You've always been there for me, and we've always had such great times. Remember when I used to just drink coffees and draw? All the times I hung out in one of those overstuffed leather chairs? I thought it would never end. When I started having problems with caffeine, you somehow managed to create decaf espresso for me. When Mera couldn't have dairy, you put soy milk in my drinks. When I was on a diet you gave me sugar free syrups. When I was in a hurry you were fine with that. Even if we just touched base really quickly at the drive-through window, our time together was so special.
I'll admit I wasn't always as good to you as you were to me. I got so much more than I gave. And then there was that Dunkin' Donuts incident a few months back. But it wasn't the same, and I just missed you even more when I strayed. You forgave me so readily, and welcomed me right back. No questions asked. I didn't deserve how good you were to me.
But yesterday that decaf caramel macchiato gave me such a migraine. It almost totally derailed a really great day with my family, and I'm still paying for it today. Our relationship has become so draining for me. I feel like I just can't keep up with you anymore. And I don't think I want to.
Please, don't take this personally. I'm giving up all caffeine! It's not you, it's me. And I know writing you a letter like this is cowardly, but I figured if I said all this to the barista I would just confuse the crap out of her. It'll be awkward for a while, I'm sure. I know it'll be hard for me to see you with other people. I'll probably be fighting the urge to rip that green and white cup out of their hands in jealousy. But I think if we can be mature through all of this we don't have to make it tough for everyone else. And I want you to move on. You deserve to be happy.
Goodbye forever. Take care of yourself.