We've had a good run, haven't we? From the moment I first saw you my sophomore year of college, I knew we were destined to be together. We started off as friends. I was a little shy. I liked you, but didn't know if you liked me too. Our friendship slowly evolved into something more. We began a love affair. We began to see each other more often. I knew we were going to be together forever.
Then things began to change. It started off small. A mistake here and there. Hey, we're all human. Then you just got sloppy and dare I say became complacent towards my coffee needs. First you gave me whip when I asked for no whip. The first time, I let it slide. But then it became increasingly frequent. I began to question your loyalty.
Then this happened. I suddenly realized one of us in this relationship cared more than the other. It was no longer a 50/50 partnership. I decided to give you some space. I didn't call or visit for a few days.
But after today, I don't think I can go on like this. When I ordered my grande, ICED, non-fat, raspberry mocha with NO WHIP...I held my breath. I nervously paid, hoping to see our issues resolved. But you betrayed me. When I was handed a HOT, raspberry mocha WITH WHIP, I knew it was over. I guess this relationship wasn't meant to be.
I hate to end things like this. I wish there was another way. I hope to see you again sometime. In the meantime, Folgers and I are getting to know each other. And I have to admit, he's not bad. Not bad at all.